SWF Lockdown

[Kaertos 0]

Before Lockdown even officially starts, the cameras are on the air, giving a picture perfect view of the backstage area. Our focus: The Boston Strangler. Upon his sight, the Hawaiians instantly erupts into deafening cheers. He heads to his locker room, giving out his fellow wrestlers "Hellos" and "Wussup"s. He's flashing half a smile but that quickly disappears when he approaches his locker room. The door has been broken down and water is leaking out. Strangler enters the room, and finds that it has been vandalized. Tagged around the rooms are insults too inappropriate for television watchers to see. Strangler looks around, with an angered look on his face. “Taylor…you don’t know what you’re in for now…” mutters Strangler before walking sharply back down the corridor as the SWF staffers try and figure out what got into TBS all of a sudden.

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile.......

 

 

 

 

 

Inside the arena, "Numb" kicks up over the speakers and the fans go bezerk, booing as loudly as they can. Multiple chants break out, all of them combining the word "Taylor" with some four-letter word. Erek doesn't waste any time walking down the ramp and entering the ring. He has a mic in hand and quickly brings it up, clears his throat, and begins to speak.

 

"Hello to all the rejects of Hawaii!! I love your pineapple!"

 

A seering wave of boos rocks the arena. Erek, nevertheless, continues on. "I would like to welcome you to a great show on Lockdown! And even though the “main event” might be that little four way match that I’m in, there’s only one man in there that you folks came here to see….ME!” Taylor waits for the boos to calm down before continuing, seemingly ignoring the massive jeers from the crowd. “Now, I know that during the past two shows, the animosity between me and you people out there has grown. So I've decided that tonight, I will make amends for that. That's right... I, Erek Taylor, would like to say that....

 

 

 

...I forgive you all for having your heads up your asses."

 

Right away, the crowd explodes and dueling chants begin to rise up. “WE WANT STRANG-LER!” *clap clap clapclapclap* combines with “FUCK EREK TAY-LOR!” *clap clap clapclapclap*, filling the entire arena with noise. Erek just smirks at the crowd until the cheers die down enough for Erek to take the offensive back.

 

"I knew you overweight bitches were too dumb to accept my forgiveness. I mean, Comet and Riley aren't even out here, but I already know that Comet will be doing his superhero chit chat and Riley would be doing the smart thing and praising the people who deserve it! You think I don't know what's going on? Man I know everything that goes around here. Right now, Strangler is crying like a little bitch. I know he'll crack soon, and then he’ll be that genetically enhanced roid rage monster, bu-"

 

Erek never gets to finish his sentence. At the top of the ramp, six road agents emerges from the back. All of them are pumped up and they begin to march down the ramp, and Erek smiles.

 

"Look at this. Marky Mark is sending his goonies to take me out of the ring. Just like last week! Well hell fucking no. Bring this shit on. I ain't going nowhere until that pussy ass Albert comes out and starts to grow a dick."

 

The first two road agents slide into the ring, and Erek races forward, swiftly taking one out with a mic shot and delivering a swift kick to the second agent's head. The other four pour in from the side and immediately try to tackle the high flyer down, but he evades them all, sliding out to the apron and dropping to the mat. The agents scramble, but Erek grabs hold of one of the agents by the leg. He pulls him out before connecting with a hard right, sending the agent staggering back a few steps. Erek doesn't give the agent any recovery time, instantly shooting his right foot forward and flooring the road agent with a superkick!!

 

WHAM!!!

 

The final three manage to get Erek down, tackling the maniac by the feet. But Erek doesn't remain still, quickly clamping down on the nearest agent with his teeth! He bites the agent hard in the leg, and blood begins to pour. Erek rips his legs away from the two remaining road agents, and the tide turns, with Erek beginning to hunt the remaining agents down. They run for cover, using the empty announcer's table as a shield. They order Erek to back up, but Erek merely jumps on to the top, causing the agents to run away yet again. He turns, turning this into a cat and mouse game until cheers begin to rise from the crowds! Erek is in a place where he doesn’t hear the cheers as he slides back into the ring, taunting the road agents. One of the road agents goes to grab a chair, but the other one stops him, and points to the ring. Erek looks at the road agent strangely for a moment, then slowly turns around to find a 6’9”, 303 pound monster looming over him. Strangler gives Taylor his sweetest grin, and says, “Hello, Erek” before DECKING him with the biggest clothesline this side of New Zealand!

 

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

 

Strangler drops into a defensive stance as Erek recovers and struggles to his feet. He sees Strangler ready to attack, prompting a grin from Taylor. Erek lunges forward, but before he can land a blow, the two remaining road agents run up behind Taylor and take him down hard to the mat. The Boston Strangler backs away with the crowds chanting his name, with the “STRANG-LER! STRANG-LER! STRANG-LER!” chants echoing throughout the entire building. In Lincoln, Nebraska, Edwin MacPhisto smiles. TBS finally fought back, and Erek has officially lost it. Erek breaks free from the two road agents and tries to go after Strangler, but security officers begin to pour down to the ring. Ten security officers corner Erek, preventing him from going after Strangler. They tackle Taylor, and Erek has no choice but to give up.

 

Strangler heads up the ramp as security officers cuff the Wonder Kid. They escort him up the ramp, and as Erek bypasses Strangler....

 

"Well done, Albert! Great fucking job!! It’s about fucking time you grew a set! But I'd be on my guard now, because the shit just hit the fucking fan!”

 

Strangler remains silent and the officers escort Erek to the back. The cameras start rolling for real as Comet and Riley appear at their seats at the announce table, ready to work. Meanwhile, the Lockdown director scrambles to get the tape set up to show the crowds at home what happened just moments before Lockdown hit the air, live in Honolulu.

[Kaertos 0]

*DING DING DING*

 

“The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!” bellows Funyon over the Hawaiian crowd gives a small anticipatory pop for the opening match of the night. A graphic showing one ticked black man and a much smaller and greyer white man comes up with the words “JUSTICE vs. THE BEAST” in large letters.

 

“This is going to be one interesting first match, Bobbie,” says Comet as the camera zooms down to the announcer’s table, “The Judge is facing off against someone who looks absolutely unstoppable right now.”

 

“Yeah, figures Stevens would book him against Bastion. This just goes to show the bias of the front office to those who speak their mind.”

 

“I’d wager it’s more for belt-shotting Matty Kivell and then Gavel Banging Funyon, Bobbie. That’s unacceptable behavior and he certainly deserves this match right now!”

 

As Comet speaks, the lights go down to a deep red and a familiar intro begins to play up. The song crescendos up as the boos begin to expel from the Honolulu crowd, before reaching a peak-

 

“NOW TESTIFY!”

 

“Testify” skips midway into the song as red pyros lit up on either side of the stage as the 2X Tag Champion makes his entrance! But he doesn’t look his normally calm self: He looks a bit pensive and there’s a glint of sweat already on his brow.

 

“Now entering the ring, weighing in at 242 pounds and hailing from Royal Oak, Michigan, he’s one half of the current Tag Champions… WILLIAM HEAAAAARFOOOOOORD!”

 

“Citizen Hearford looks a bit nervous, and who wouldn’t be in his place? He’s facing 400 pounds of pure, unadulterated hatred in that ring. Of course, if he were a more pious man, I might have pity on him, but JUSTICE~! is going to be served tonight… a 7 course meal of pain, that is.”

 

“He’s not nervous, he’s … he’s not used to these warmer climes! Yeah, he’s from Michigan, so this heat has to be MURDER on him!”

 

“Bobbie… this place is air conditioned.”

 

“… Shove it.”

 

Hearford enters the ring and immediately walks over to his turnbuckle, placing his Tag Title on the nearby steel steps. The old man starts to stretch, using one of the turnbuckles to put his leg on as he waits for his opponent. Meanwhile, the sound of a closing jail cell takes away the lights, briefly quieting the crowd…

 

“ATTEN-CHUUUUUUNNNNN!!!”

 

Red spotlights begin to slowly make their way from the far end of the arena towards the stage, and reach there just as the speakers bellow…

 

“So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a puuuuuuuunk!!”

”So I go to my loaded tech 9 that's off in the truuuuuuuunk!!”

 

“I told you muthafuckas…I ain’t never scared!”

“I ain't never scared (eastside!)”

”I ain't never scared (westside!)”

”I ain't never scared (southside!)”

”I ain't never scared (northside!)”

 

“Never Scared” remix by Bone Crusher begins to play as the Beast walks out onto the stage, looking confident but ignoring the crowd. He cracks his knuckles as he walks down to the stage to a mixed reaction: Some boo the Beast simply on principle, others cheering because of who he is going to beat up.

 

“Now entering the ring, weighing in at 385 pounds and hailing from Washington, D.C, he is the current #1 Contender to the ICTV Title... BASTION!”

 

The massive man slides into the ring, standing up quickly for a man his size. He begins to rush over towards the Judge’s corner, but the old man quickly bails from the ring to save himself, drawing a few boos from the crowd.

 

“And the coward already bails from the ring!”

 

“Thank God!”

 

“Bah, Citizen Hearford should face his punishment like a man. I’m sure this is how Funyon and Citizen Kivell felt when they were teamed up on by Justice and Rule!”

 

“And hey, they are still in one piece; the same might not be said for the Judge after this match. This is definitely a form of cruel and unusual punishment!”

 

Kivell begins to count as Bastion waits by the ropes, motioning for Hearford to come back in, to which the old man can only reply to with a tense glare. The old man yells at Kivell to back the big black man up to let him back in, which he begins to do, carefully pushing the larger man back. Quickly taking his chance, Hearford slides into the ring, quickly pushing up to his feet as Bastion pushes past Kivell and lunges forwards with a hard punch… but Hearford is barely able to get out of the way. Bastion turns and launches another hard hook… and again, Hearford is only just able to get out of its path. As he goes past, the veteran leaps downwards, nailing the huge figure with a dropkick right into his knee! Bastion topples over like a redwood as Hearford scrambles up and tries to formulate a better plan.

 

“That won’t stop the Beast for long,” remarks Comet, “Hearford is in big trouble tonight; Bastion’s size won’t allow for him to use his grappling skills and his toughness is almost as insane as he is.”

 

“Hearford has pulled himself out of tougher situations, Comet. All he has to do is keep him off balance and cheat like mad to keep that oversized sucker down…”

 

Indeed, Bastion is quick to start getting up again, but Hearford tries to keep him down, putting stomps into the large man’s back. They don’t seem to do much, though, as he only hesitates for a second before grabbing Hearford by the leg and yanking the 242 pound man off his feet with one hand! He hits the mat hard, allowing Bastion to move over and wrap his bear-like paws around Justice’s neck! Some cheer for Hearford getting a taste of his own medicine, others boo because of the sadistic nature of the Beast. Kivell, though is soon to intervene, yelling at Bastion to quickly release the stranglehold on Hearford, but the big man just shrugs off the warning as he chokes the life out of his unlucky opponent. The zebra starts a five count, but Bastion is vicious, not dumb. He wisely lets go before Kivell has a chance to reach five, leaving Hearford gasping for air.

 

“Damn it, Kivell, DQ him! That was an illegal choke!”

 

“Not that the Judge has ever done anything like that…”

 

“And the Judge isn’t 7’1”, 390 pounds!! He could literally kill him!”

 

“Just as Citizen Hearford could to Wildchild when he strangles him, Bobbie. The rules apply to everyone the same, and if Bastion did hurt the Judge, we have EMTs here to help him and security guards to restrain Bastion.”

 

“More like Animal Control teams with this monster…”

 

Hearford clutches his neck as he coughs in the ring while Bastion slowly comes up from behind him and jerks him up by his shoulder. Cocking his hand back he nails the Judge with a haymaker right to the jaw! The crowd gives an “Oooooo!” as the old man is blown back a few feet, stumbling to keep his balance after being hit by the freight train of a punch. Slowly Bastion follows up, winding up his left for a huge hook! The Judge staggers sideways a yard and the Beast gives a cruel grin as he grabs one of the old man’s flailing arms and whips him towards the other side! He sends Justice running, and he waits for him to come back on the return trip, grabbing him around the waist and flinging him high into the air! The crowd gives an amazement pop as Hearford travels half-way across the ring due to the powerhouse!

 

“Holy Thoth, he tossed him like a rag-doll! We may yet see some high-flying action here, but not the type we intended!”

 

The Judge lies on the ground for a moment, catching his breath as the massive man rolls over and begins to approach him. The huge man moves over him, easily dwarfing the veteran as he reaches down and pulls him back up. He stands him up and readies another of his massive punches, but the Judge falls forwards, leaning against the larger man…

 

*DING*

 

Allowing him to nail Bastion right in the groin with his knee! The size of the Beast gives ample cover for the Judge to commit his felony, and as Bastion slowly crumbles Hearford tackles him around the waist, grabbing his legs and flipping over for a quick Jackknife Pin!

 

ONE!

 

 

TWONO! Bastion kicks out with POWER, sparking a small cheer from the Hawaiian crowd!

 

“Brilliant play there by the Judge! He may be roughed up a bit early, but he still has his wits,” says Bobbie with no small amount of pride, “And that just shows it. Sure, he might not have gotten the pin this time, but with one move he got a two count on this monster! That’s better than anyone else I’ve seen Bastion fight…”

 

Hearford rolls back up as Bastion still copes with the echoing pain from his crushed gonads, allowing a few seconds of recovery for the aching Judge. He moves over towards the downed black man and begins stomping him in the head, trying to get the most out of his chance.

 

“Wow, if only someone had a video camera we might have a lawsuit on our hands here.”

 

“…Bobbie, sometimes you make me wish NTD was here instead.”

 

“Oh, come on. At least I wear pants, right?”

 

Despite the assault, Bastion manages to reach out for Hearford’s leg again, just like before. The old man quickly backs off, not wanting to get caught in the grip of the Beast, and Bastion begins to climb back up to his feet, teeth gritted in anger. He begins bounding forwards towards the old man, who stays his ground, allowing Bastion to get his hands on him…

 

 

 

… Or not! As Bastion goes to grab the old man, Justice ducks under his grip and maneuvers behind the huge man. Instead of going for a waistlock like he normally does, though, he threads his hand between Bastion’s leg and manages to pull the surprised man down into a Schoolboy Rollup! Kivell goes down for a count, allowing Hearford to grab a massive handful of cargo pants to the ire of the Honolulu fans!

 

ONE!

 

 

TNO! Bastion kicks out once again, this time sending the Judge flying backwards! The crowd gives a cheer as the Beast slams his hand against the mat in frustration before getting back up to his feet. Hearford scrambles up first, though, quickly moving towards the massive man for some sort of attack before he is stopped short by one of Bastion’s huge hands! He grabs him right around the neck, putting both hands around his throat as he stands up to full height before just tossing him across the ring by his neck! The crowd gives another “Ooooo!” with some mixed cheers in while the Judge holds his neck and back on the canvas!

 

“And Bastion changes the momentum just like that,” says Comet snapping his fingers, “With that raw strength and toughness Bastion can take a pounding and take control back with one move. Incredible!”

 

The angry black man wastes no time, moving right in on the old man and putting a boot into his stomach before pulling him up. Hearford leans forwards against Bastion again, looking to use the same trick, but the Beast quickly pushes him away and clobbers him with a hard punch! This time he doesn’t wind up his strikes, just pounding away with lefts and rights as Hearford tries to keep on balance. But the Judge gets a precious few seconds as Kivell intervenes, citing Bastion’s closed fists. The giant gives Matty a look of distain as he shoves him out of the way and goes to slap Hearford with an open hand…

 

*POINT*

 

But gets two fingers jabbed right into his eyes! The crowd boos as the Judge quickly uses the chance, grabbing a front facelock and spiking the Beast’s head into the ground with a DDT!

 

“Ha! And the Judge takes back control with a simple eyepoke!” laughs Bobbie, “Now THAT’S skill.”

 

“Or lack thereof…”

 

The Judge lies on the ground, still in pain from the punches. He slowly begins to get back up to his feet, but so is Bastion! The crowd cheers as the two race to get up first, with the Judge barely edging out the giant, allowing him to strike first with a face rake! Bastion clutches his face for a moment, but Hearford quickly pries away one of the arms for a whip. The Beast, though, plants his feet into the ground as he reverse the whip, aiming a clothesline in his direction. But Hearford ducks it and latches onto the arm, using it to swing his legs up to scissor Bastion’s other arm for a Crucifix Pin attempt! The large man stumbles backwards a foot or so from surprise, but he doesn’t fall. Instead, with a evil glint in his eyes he shifts the Judge up onto his shoulders into Torture Rack position! He begins to bend Hearford’s body on his shoulders, the old man yelling out in pain as the giant threatens to break him in half!

 

“This could be it! Hearford is stuck in one heck of a submission there!”

 

But it isn’t on long before Hearford reaches out with his hands for the nearby ropes, catching them with his fingers! He latches on for dear life as Matty Kivell orders a break, the crowd giving a disappointed sigh as Justice gets off easy. But the Beast, instead of just breaking the hold, tears Hearford away from the ropes, taking him off his shoulders and dropping him on his knee for a huge backbreaker that wakes up the crowd with a big pop! Bastion watches the Judge writhe on the ground for a moment before pressing his hands down his chest for a pin.

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THRENO! Hearford barely gets a shoulder up! Undaunted, the Beast once again pulls up Hearford, knocking him in the back of the head with a open-handed slap. The old man stumbles forwards, and Bastion knocks into him again, this time spinning him around 180 degrees with the force of the blow! The off-balance old man can’t do much in lieu of fighting back as he gets pounded by slap after slap, a fifth one finally knocking him back to the mat. This time Bastion just plants his foot on his chest for a pin.

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THREENO! Shoulder up!

 

“Whew, he got out,” sighs Bobbie, wiping some sweat off his brow, “Of course, I knew he was going to get up all along. That man is one of the toughest guys in the fed.”

 

“Yes, which is exactly why you were biting your nails through the whole thing?”

 

Once again Bastion yanks Hearford’s now limp body off the ground, standing him up infront of him. He begins to lock on a Full Nelson, but Justice uses his energy reserves to spring into action after the beating, freeing up his arms before Bastion can lock on the hold, cinching a ¾ Headlock in the process…

 

 

*CRACK*

 

 

“Surprise Witness! Surprise Witness!” screams Riley over the boos of the crowd as Hearford connects with a desperation finisher!

 

But Hearford doesn’t have a chance to cover; he lies on the ground, breathing hard and his body aching all over. He slowly begins to move towards the ropes, using them to help himself get back up to his feet…

 

 

 

And Bastion starts to get back up. A commotion rips through the crowd as the fans can’t believe the man is already getting back up so quickly after the Judge nailed him with his signature Diamond Cutter.

 

“By Galatea’s Ghost, Bastion is getting back up!”

 

“Wha-how?! Stay down, you Mabel wannabe! STAY DOWN!”

 

Even the Judge can’t believe it, his eyes now looking even more worried as Bastion rises to his feet rubbing his neck. He turns his eyes towards the Judge and begins stepping towards him. Hearford tries to get out of the ring, but as he scrambles Bastion catches him around the waist, and he pulls him back in, locking his arms around Hearford’s with a bear hug! Justice grits his teeth as Bastion crushes him with his arms, the Honolulu fans rallying behind him. Running out of options, Hearford puts his leg forwards…

 

*DING*

 

Groin shot! Matty Kivell gives him a warning as Bastion’s grip fades on the old man, allowing him to get away.

 

“A second low blow from the Judge! He just proved that he can’t beat this massive man without cheating!”

 

“Like he cares! A win is a win, and a win cheating is always better than a clean loss!”

 

Turning around as quickly as he can with his battered body, the Judge quickly cinches a face lock as he swings around and nails a neckbreaker on Bastion, putting him onto the ground! The Judge makes a quick cover…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

THNO! Another kickout from Bastion, sparking a pop from the crowd!

 

Hearford falls backwards from the pin, but he begins to get back up, still desperate to think up something to take the unstoppable Beast down. Bastion begins to get up as well, pounding his fist to the mat in anger. He rushes forwards, trying to get a hold of the smaller man, but the Judge quickly grabs his head and uses his own momentum against him to put him to the mat in a small package!

 

ONE!

 

Hearford grabs the tights!

 

TWO!

 

 

THREENO! Kickout! Another pop as Hearford backs off, still not able to think of a way to keep Bastion down for the three count. The smaller man gets back up to his feet as Bastion once again blasts back up off the mat. Hearford tries to maneuver behind the big man, but the Beast slams him in the head with a huge slap! He begins pummeling him again, pushing him backwards into one of the turnbuckles. He nails him with a few hard strikes before deciding to back up towards the center of the ring.

 

“Uh-oh, I don’t like how this looks,” says Bobbie with a tinge of worry in his voice before Bastion starts running at the old man full tilt!

 

“Bastion’s making a B-Line right at Hearford!” shouts Comet as the Beast aims his shoulder down…

 

 

 

*CLANG*

 

“Judge moved! Judge moved!”

 

Bastion’s shoulder impacts hard on the turnbuckle, and the crowd winches in unison as the big man brings himself back into the ring, his right shoulder hanging down a bit as it stings with pain. The wild man looks around, his eyes full of anger and pain as he focuses in on the old man. Hearford tries to move out of the way again, but Bastion reaches out and grabs his throat in his big paw. Hearford tries to get loose, but he doesn’t have the strength to beat the big black man’s iron grip.

 

“This is it; if he hits Untamed there is no way the Judge is getting back up!”

 

Hearford’s eyes show his desperation; he’s almost out of ideas... But then he realizes it. One last trick. He latches both hands onto Bastion’s one arm and kneels down, forcing the massive man to bend over a bit. In an instant he brings his feet back up, bringing them around the Beast’s arm and finally locking them around his head as well! With Bastion bending over, holding Hearford at an almost vertical angle, the Judge holds onto the arm and hopes for the best.

 

“A hanging Triangle Chokehold! Talk about a reversal!”

 

“Indeed, but he’s in prime position for the 3rd Offense!”

 

Comet is correct as usual, and Bastion begins to pull the Judge up into the air even as he’s being choked out… but he can’t get him more than six inches off the ground! He strains, but he just doesn’t seem to have the strength in him to do it!

 

“What’s going on? Hearford wasn’t able to work on the arm of Bastion.”

 

“Yeah, but Bastion nailed that shoulder hard into the turnbuckle! While he didn’t plan for it, Hearford definitely deserves some credit for coming up with that reversal to exploit the injury.”

 

Bastion stubbornly continues to try and power out of the hold, but the Judo lock remains firmly in place, the Judge putting everything he has into maintaining the chokehold. Bastion goes down to his knees, continuing to fade out faster and faster until finally, he stops moving. Kivell goes over and grabs the black man’s hand and lifts it…

 

 

 

 

And it drops. He lifts it a second time….

 

 

 

And it drops. He lifts it a final time…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And it drops!

 

*DING DING DING*

 

The arena fills with boos as the Judge quickly releases the hold, Kivell helping him up to his feet to raise his arm in victory.

 

“The winner of the match via choke-out… WILLIAM HEAAAAAAAARFOOOOORD!”

 

“Well, Citizen Hearford certainly got lucky there. Had he not cheated as much as he did Bastion would have finished him in under a minute,” says Comet as Hearford walks up the ramp.

 

“Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. Can’t blame a man for that.”

 

“Oh yes I can. But next up we have the former World Champion Boston Strangler facing off against the other part of Justice and Rule in Ejiro Fasaki in another singles match, so stay tuned to SWF LOOOOOOOOOOCKDOWN!”

 

*FADE TO COMMERCIAL*

[Kaertos 0]

Comet: “Welcome back to SWF Lockdown Citizens. What a war we’ve just seen between Judge Mental and Bastion.”

Riley: “That was just sick. What right does Stevens has to put them in match like that?”

 

Comet: “The fact that he’s the Commissioner Citizen Riley?”

Riley: “But booking the Tag Team Champions against each other? Just wrong.”

 

Funyon climbs into the ring ready to announce the next match of the night.

 

Comet: “I wonder who this mystery that Stevens and Dace Night have been talking about is. And what’s going to go down in this match?”

 

Funyon: “The following contest will be for one fall and …”

 

CCCCRRRRRRAAAASSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!

 

The Lockdown entrance way explodes outwards as the back of an eighteen wheeled Semi Truck complete with full trailer comes thundering down the ramp. Breaks squeal and the truck comes to a halt at the bottom of the ramp.

 

Riley: “WHAT THE HELL! That’s Dace Night’s truck. What the hell is he doing reversing that thing down into the ring?!”

 

DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT!

 

Hopping out of the cap at the top of the ramp, Dace strolls down the ramp as Funyon and the crowd looks on in surprise. Point to the side of the truck, the worlds “CRAVEN IS A JOBBER” printed along both sides in a huge banner, Dace steps to the back of the truck and opens the back door of the trail. Fans around the arena try to peer inside, but it’s too dark.

 

Comet: “Is the mystery man inside? Is this one of the conditions the Commissioner talked about on the last show? What’s going on?”

Riley: “Craven is a jobber? That man’s go some never. He’s lucky Michael Craven doesn’t come out here right now and kick his ass.”

 

Motioning to Funyon, Dace tells him to get on with the announcements.

[Kaertos 0]

… As Dace night stands on the ring apron, his arms spread, waving to the crowd, his eighteen wheel semi behind him on the ramp, Funyon continues the introduction that was just interrupted.

 

Funyon: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest will be for one fall… Introducing firstly, from Birmingham, England. He weights in at two hundred and fifty two pounds. He is … DACE F’N’ NIGHT!”

 

Captor of Sin screams into life as a wave of pyro rips down the ramp, lighting up the sides of the truck, red and purple lights flashing across the arena as Dace climbs the turnbuckles and throws them horns out to the still screaming fans. Climbing down into the ring, Horrorcore circles it slowly, setting his eyes into the darkness of the trailer. Waving his arms above his head, Dace starts the crowd beating into a frenzy.

 

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

 

Comet: “Who is the mystery man? Who has Dace brought down to the ring in the back of his truck?”

Riley: “Whoever it is, I hope they see sense and beat the living hell out of Dace for giving him such a rough ride to the ring.”

 

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

 

Funyon: “And his opponent…”

 

The arena darkens and static crackles through the PA system as words crackle across the Smarktron screen. The clank of boots on metal echoes out from the back of the trailer.

 

HEIGHT: 7’2”

 

WEIGHT: 360lbs

 

STATUS: RELEASED!

 

When Darkness Falls roars into life as a huge figure appears from the shadows of the trailer, scars down his chest, in a long black trench coat, fading white dye in his hair as the crowd erupts…

 

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Comet: “IT’S JANUS!”

Riley: “OH MY GOD!”

 

Stepping down from the trailer without any effort, Janus discards his trench coat onto the edge of the trailer and steps onto the ring apron and climbs over the top rope into the ring. Throwing his arms onto the air to another huge roar from the fans, Janus extends a hand to Dace, how shakes it warmly, with a smile spread across his face.

 

WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!

 

Riley: “What madness is this! Who released Janus from care? More the point, who in the name of god rehired him?”

Comet: “That would have Commissioner Stevens Citizen Riley. It seems that Terrance is free and ready to get back in the ring. And Dace Night is the perfect guy to give him a try out.”

 

Riley: “Please to god let this all be a rouse, let Janus be here to rip Dace a new rear hole!”

 

Referee Hardcastle slides into the ring and signals for the opening open as Terrence as Dace square up in the middle of the ring. Toe to toe and eye to chest. Nodding slowly to each other, they swing into life as the bell rings…

 

…DING, DING, DING!

 

YYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Leaping backwards to avoid a huge swing from the Anti Heel Machine, Horrorcore throws himself forward, past Janus’ arms and drives an Elbow Smash onto his jaw …

 

CRACK!

 

..Staggering the giant back a few feet, leaving him rubbing his jaw as Dace pats his elbow and grins. Rumbling forwards, Terrence swings out with his left arm as Dace ducks forwards again. Bring his right arm up, Janus wraps his hand around Night’s throat and spinning on his heel, launches Night up into the air and across the ring. Smashing into the corner, Dace almost bounces out at the impact, as he grips the ropes and tries to steady himself as Janus grins back at him.

 

OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Riley: “Bloody hell, Janus just threw Dace half way across the ring with one arm!”

Comet: “That’s Terrence Bailey. He’s been treated now.”

 

Striding across the ring into the corner, the Anti Heel Machine bares down on Dace Night, slamming his huge right fist down into the place that Dace’s head was a moment before. Scrambling out of the corner and around the giant’s back to save himself from the crushing right hand, Dace sprints backwards to give himself room to fight. Wheeling around, Janus takes a knee into his mid section but shrugs it off and slams is own knee into Dace. Wrapping his arm around Night’s head in a Front Facelock, Janus picks him up into the air without any effort before falling back to the mat with a Vertical Suplex.

 

Comet: “Look at the power of Terrence Bailey. He’s gotten even stronger than before Citizen Riley!”

Riley: “He’s still the man that scarred Dace Night’s face. I hope he’s really here to finish the job!”

 

Climbing back to his feet, Janus pulls Horrorcore up with one hand, wrapping him up in a Front Facelock again and dragging him up into the air. Twisting Dace around, Terrence slams him down into the mat with huge thud. Standing along side Night’s head, Janus leaps from his feet an drops his whole body weight leg first across Dace’s throat with a Leg Drop.

 

RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Staying onto of Dace, Janus presses down on his chest with one hand for the cover as Hardcastle dives in to count the fall.

 

……ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

…….TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

…Kickout!

 

YYYYYAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

 

Pressing himself up to his feet and hauling Dace up by his arm, Terrence shoots him off across the ring and into the ropes. Spreading his arms, Janus clamps a hand around Dace’s leg and throat, lifts him height above his head in a massive Gorilla Press. Franticly kicking his legs to shift his body weight, Dace twists out of Janus’ hands and drops to the mat behind him, only to be caught by a boot to the gut as Janus turns around. Locking his arms around Night’s mid section, Terrence twists to the side, dragging Night around him before diving to the mat and crushing him with a Spinning Belly to Belly Suplex.

 

OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Hooking a leg, Janus makes another cover.

 

……ONE!

 

 

 

 

…….TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

…..Kickout!

 

YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHH!

 

Comet: “It doesn’t look like Terrence lost any of his skill when he lost Janus.”

Riley: “Bah, goodie goodie or not, he’s crushing Dace and what’s what I like to see.”

 

Locking a hand around Horrorcore’s throat as he stands, throwing his other arm into the air as a salute to the fans, Terrence drags him up for a Chokeslam. Desperately fighting out, Dace slugs away with wild elbows to the giant’s ribs, trying out shove him off. Swinging a rare kick cracking home into Terrence’s ribs as well, Night breaks his grip and launches a thunderous assault of Elbow Smashes to his face.

 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

 

Grabbing his arm and shooting Janus off, Dace slams on the breaks and drags him back in, ducking low. Wrapping both his arms around Janus’ tree trunk legs and using his momentum to pull him upwards, Dace balances three hundred and sixty pounds over him shoulder for a moment before whipping Terrence forwards off his shoulders. Slamming him back first into the mat with a Side Walk Slam. Forcing the Anti Heel Machine’s legs forces and over his body, Dace presses down with all his weight as Hardcastle dives in again.

 

…….ONE!

 

 

 

……Kickout!

 

 

OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Comet: “Side Walk Slam and Citizen Bailey kicks out at one!”

Riley: “Just kill each other please and stop an end to this comeback before it really starts!”

 

Staggering backwards, Dace drop into a crouch waiting for Janus to get back to his feet. As the giant rolls over and climbs back to his feet, Dace surges forwards into Janus’ legs. Locking his arms around them once again and throws his whole body weight back, hauling Janus backwards off his feet and sending him crashing chest first into the mat with a Flapjack. Racing back to his feet, Dace stands over Janus’ prone form before dropping a knee into the back of his head.

 

YYYYAAAAAHHHH!

 

Wrenching Janus up from the mat, clamping an arm around his head in a Front Facelock, Dace slams he his knee into the giant’s chest sharply, forcing the air out of his lungs. Slinging Terrence’s arm over his shoulders and grabbing his tights, Dace clinches up and grits his teeth. Digging his heels into the mat, he pulls back with all his weight, lifting the giant frame of Terrence Bailey up off the mat and all the way up into the air.

 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!

 

His sacred face contorted in the effort of holding Janus over head, Dace turns around slowly, still carrying all the weight above his head for moment after moment. As the moments stretch out into seconds, the crowd sucks in it’s breath. After several seconds, Dace twists to his side, bring Janus down infront of him and driving him into the back with a Jackhammer.

 

DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT!

 

Comet: “Righteous Super Powers! Citizen Dace just suplexed Terrence over his head and slammed into the mat. How much strength does that take?”

Riley: “I’ve seen that before and I still don’t believe it!”

 

Pressing his weight down across Terrence’s shoulder, Dace hooks a leg to make a cover off of them Jackhammer.

 

……ONE!

 

 

 

……TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

……Kickout!

 

RRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Sitting back on his heels for a few moments, dragging air into his lungs, recovering from the effort of holding Janus in the air. Dace stands back to his feet as the Anti Heel Machine starts to struggle back up. Circling around slowly, Night leaps in as soon as Janus pops his head up, clamping on a Front Facelock. Hauling the giant up to his feet, leading him by the Facelock, Dace tries to grab his arm again but Janus shoves him away with a blow to the ribs. Rearing up to his full height, Janus grabs Dace Night as he dives in for another attack, smashing him with a skull cracking Headbutt. Spinning him around and slipping his arms under Dace’s shoulder and locking them at the back of his neck, Terrence looks for a Full Nelson Suplex.

 

Comet: “Terrence kicks out of a Jackhammer then avoids another attack and nails a Headbutt. Now he’s going for a Dragon Suplex.”

Riley: “That’s it Janus, you know you want to. Break his neck.”

 

Slamming his elbow down into Janus’ arm, Night fights free, breaking the hold with continuous elbows to Janus’ arm. Twisting on his heel and latching onto Janus’ arm, Dace pulls the giant into him as he launches his free arm forwards and drills it into Terrence with a Lariat. Spinning around, Dace whips Terrence anyway only to drag him right back in to another Lariat to the chest. Ducking forwards and locking his arms around the mid section of the stunned Janus, Horrorcore snaps his body backwards, taking Janus over head and back first into the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex, also popping Janus’ hips out to get the leverage as he goes. Rather that bringing backwards for the pin, Night rolls away into the corner. Standing up, Dace starts to beat his leg as the crowd follows him.

 

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

 

Comet: “Yakuza Kick coming up! Dace battles out of the Dragon Suplex attempt and stunts Terrence with two Lariats and a Northern Lights.”

Riley: “This is killing the fans. Can’t you hear it Comet? They want to see blood and Janus, the real Janus killing people. Not this.”

 

Comet: “This is the real Janus Citizen Riley. Terrence Bailey and now he’s proving his still go his skills.”

Riley: “Bah, nonsense.”

 

Shaking his head as he moves back to his feet, Janus looks around slowly for Dace. Seeing Dace rushing towards him, leg extended Janus reaches out and grabs the leg out of the air in one huge hand. Stopping Night dead in his tracks, Janus drag him in close and smashes his face with another skull splitting Headbutt. Releasing Night’s leg and locking a hand around this throat, Terrence hauls him up into the air then drills Dace down into that mat with a Chokeslam.

 

YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Dropping a hand over Horrorcore’s chest, Janus make a cover as Referee Hardcastle slides in to count the fall.

 

…….ONE!

 

 

 

……TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

……TWO AND A QUARTER!

 

 

 

 

 

……TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!

 

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Comet: “Dace goes for his signature Yakuza Kick but Terrence catches it out of the air and drill him with a Chokeslam.”

Riley: “I’ll be happier when he drills him through the mat and ends this.”

 

Getting up to his knees, Janus brings his arm over head and just plain slaps it into Horrorcore’s chest as tries to get up …

 

SMACK!

 

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

…Dace convulses like he’s been shocked, clutching at his chest as he tries to suck air back into his lungs. Pushing himself back to his feet, Janus waits as Dace struggles up to his feet before slamming a boot into his gut, doubling him over. Dragging Horrorcore into a Standing Headscissors, Janus locks his arms and lifts Dace up, flipping him onto his shoulders. Sitting out, Terrence drives Horrorcore into the mat between his legs with a Sitout Powerbomb. Holding on, the Anti Heel Machine makes the cover.

 

……ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

……TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

…..TWO AND A QUARTER!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

……TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

Kickout!

 

RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Comet: “Sitout Powerbomb from Citizen Bailey for two and a half!”

 

Thrusting a shoulder up in the air to save himself from the three count, Dace rolls clear of Janus, holding his head as he lays on the mat. Clambering back to his feet, Terrence grabs Night by his ankles and pulling him forwards, ducks his head, shifting his grip to Dace’s thighs and hauls him up. Fitting his head between Dace’s legs, Janus stands up, leaving Dace hanging down his back before snapping forwards and slamming Dace hard into the mat with a Highangle Spinebuster. Still keeping his hold on Night’s leg, Terrence pulls them over Night’s body, adding his weight on top to pin Horrorcore down. The fans yell along with the count.

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TH-NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Comet: “Highangle Spinebuster straight into a Double Leg Pin from Citizen Terrence, but it’s still not enough.”

Riley: “These two are just slugging each other as hard as they can. It’s brilliant. I can only hope they really hurt each other.”

 

Hauling himself back up from the mat, Janus clenches up his right fist and it into his left hand. Staring down at Dace Night, grin across his face. Clutch at the back of his head, Horrorcore shakes it out as he rolls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up. With a roar, Terrence charges in, swinging his fist back and drives for full force into Dace’s guy with a Knuckle Bomb.

 

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Comet: “Knuckle Bomb! This one could be over right now!”

Riley: “Mwahaha. The same move that permanently scarred Dace. Too bad it’s not happening again!”

 

Pitching forwards and collapsing to the mat, Dace gasps for breath as Janus’ blow almost crushes his internal organs. Terrence reaches down and flips Dace over onto his back before hooks his legs for the pin…

 

……ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

……TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

……TWO AND A QUARTER!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

……TWO AND A HALF!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

……TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…..KICKOUT!

 

RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Riley: “Damn it! Dace still kicks out! Jesus, this is killing the crowd!”

 

Once again Dace just wriggles his shoulder up for the three count as Janus sits back up and stares him down. Lumbering backwards, the giant Anti Heel Machine backs himself into the ropes and stretches them as far back as they’ll go. Still clutching his gut with one hand, Horrorcore grits his teeth and stands up, fighting through the pain. Janus snaps forwards, using the ropes to catapult him forwards at break neck speed across the ring. Ducking his shoulder, he looks to finish Dace by complete crushing him with a Gore…

 

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

… But Dace side steps and in a desperate effort, launches himself around his heel as Janus skids to a halt and turns around. Lashing his arm out, Dace drills Janus full force in the jaw with a full on Rolling Elbow.

 

CCCCRRRRRAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!

 

YYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Comet: “RRRROOOOORRRRRRRRIIINNNGGG EEELLLBBBBOOOWWW!”

 

Both men hit the mat like a bag of bricks from the impact. Hardcastle stands over them and waves his arms in the air as he starts to count both men down.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

LET’S GO JANUS! LET’S GO DACE!

 

FIVE!

 

LET’S GO JANUS! LET’S GO DACE!

 

SIX!

 

LET’S GO JANUS! LET’S GO DACE!

 

SEVEN!

 

LET’S GO JANUS! LET’S GO DACE!

 

EIGHT!

 

Fingers twitch, arms twitch. Arms race up into the air to stop the count as Janus and Dace slowly but surely force themselves back up. Bodies aching and battered, but still fighting. Moving towards each other, half dragging themselves, Horrorcore and Terrence get ready for one last round. Swinging his fist in a huge arch, Janus looks to land a second deadly Knuckle Bomb, is time to the face, but Dace darts inside the swing and unloads one last round of Elbow Smashes straight into the giant’s jaw.

 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

 

CCCRRRAAACCCCCKKKKK!

 

One last Western Elbow Smash sends Janus stagger backwards across the ring as Dace dives in, throwing all his weight along behind one last blow, extending his elbow and slamming into Janus like a wrecking ball into a concrete wall with a Running Elbow Smash…

 

CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!

 

Terrence hits the mat like a bag of sack of bricks as Night topples over on top of him, just making a cover as Hardcastle slides in to count as the fans roar along with him…

 

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!

 

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

Funyon: “Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner … DACE F’N’ NIGHT!”

 

DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT! DACE F’N’ NIGHT!

 

Riley: “Let’s hope that was the first and last match in Janus’ little come back.”

 

Hardcastle raises Night’s arm in the air as he struggles back to his feet. Looking down at the figure of Janus sprawled out on the mat. Reaching down and helping him to his feet, Dace raises Terrence’s arm up into the air as well.

 

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

Embracing the big man with a hug, Dace leads Terrence as the pair climb through the ropes and walk up past Dace’s truck, side by side.

 

Comet: “It looks like it’s only the beginning Citizen Riley. Terrence Bailey is here for the long haul and the fight for justice once again. It looks like he might even be doing that along side Dace Night.”

Riley: “This gets worse. It really does just get worse. What new horror will these two have in store for us next?”

 

Fade Out.

[Kaertos 0]

The Smarktron flicks to show the view from a backstage camera.

 

The duo of Dace Night and Terrence 'Janus' Bailey strides down the corridor. Still chatting, Dace leads Terrence down the corridor, turning the corner into Dace and Danny Williams' locker room.

 

As the door shuts, the name on the locker room door doesn't read Danny Williams and Dace Night ... it reads ....

 

 

 

UNHOLY TRINITY

 

 

...fade out

[Kaertos 0]

Erek storms into the Commissioner's office and Mark Stevens hangs up the phone. He looks up to see a slightly pissed Erek Taylor. Erek throws down a wrinkled up piece of paper at the Commissioner.

 

"Open that up, Mark."

 

Mark opens the paper up and finds that it was the notice he had written earlier for Erek.

 

"What is this shit about, Stevens? Calm myself down?"

 

"Erek, you have been downright psychotic as of late. You can’t be acting like this! Your pursuit of Strangler has made you unprofessional in the work area, and a hazard to one of my biggest, longest-running stars! You can’t act like this!"

 

"Fuck you, Mark. How the fuck would you know anything about what I'm going through? I gave this federation my all when I was here last year, and it all ended when that son of a bitch put an end to my career because he went paranoid. And now, you give me a notice that I have to calm down or else I won't fight in the contendership match tonight?"

 

"That was the only thing I could do."

 

"Well, you know what, Mark. I won't do anything to Strangler that's unprofessional. I'll just do EVERYTHING to Strangler that's unprofessional. You can try to stop me all you want but you know that without me, you'd be losing ratings. You can try to do whatever you want to stop me, but I'm going to fight in that contendership match, and then I'm going to find Strangler. And in the meantime, you can go fuck yourself."

 

Erek storms out of the room, leaving the door wide open.

[Kaertos 0]

“In just a few moments we are going to have us some singles action!” says Comet, “as John Duran is set to take on the reigning U.S. Champion Johnny Dangerous!”

 

“With this match I have to wonder what Johnny Dangerous was thinking.” says Bobby. “I mean it’s like he’s trying to stay even with his former partner Wildchild. Wildchild beats Duran so now Johnny suddenly wants to beat John Duran too! Can’t this guy even pick his own fights?”

 

“If you remember correctly, Bobby. On Storm, John Duran was heaving the verbal insults towards Johnny Dangerous, and practically begging the Barracuda to get in the ring. All Johnny could do on Storm was comment as he was down here with you and myself, now he has the chance to get involved.”

 

“More like, he has the chance to get an ass whooping!” counters Bobby. “Just look at Johnny’s past record, that by it self should tell you he is cannon fodder! He’s just had a few lucky matches is all.”

 

 

 

Drowning pools “Sinner” suddenly begins to seep across the arena before Comet has a chance to reply, and almost instantly the crowds begin to heave a barrage of boos towards the stage! None the less, John Duran storms out onto the stage with a ferocious growl! He stands at the top of the ramp surveying the mounds of fans as he cranks his neck from side to side, then begins his march towards the ring!

 

“Entering first in this contest scheduled for one fall!” begins Funyon, “He weighs in at two hundred forty-six pounds, and comes to us from Champaign, Illinois! The Sinner! JOOHHHN DURAAAAAN!!”

 

“John Duran has been on a bit of a downward spiral since loosing the Tag Team titles to Justice and Rule.” says Comet. “and he’s got some tough competition tonight!”

 

“If by tough, you mean Johnny Dangerous,” counters Riley, “then you are seriously deluded, Comet! If you want tough than look no further than in that ring. John Duran’s chiseled physique just screams tough!”

 

 

 

 

“JOHNNY DANGEROUS!”

 

A seductive female voice whispers the name of the SWF’s resident super spy as the lights begin to dim, and Hawaii stands to their feet with one great unanimous cheer! “After the Flesh” by My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult burst across the Stan Sherrif Center, replacing the Mission Impossible theme while fog begins to fill the stage, and lights of all kinds flash, flutter, and strobe! Dressed in his newly acquired sleek black short sleeved shirt, black slacks, and high tech shades, Johnny Dangerous emerges onto the stage with the U.S. Title Belt slung over his shoulder!

 

“Now entering the ring!” announces Funyon. “Weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada... He is the current United States Heavyweight Champiooooon! The Barracuda! JOHNNNNNNY DANGEROUUSSS!!!”

 

“Johnny Dangerous has been on quite the tear since returning to the SWF with a brand new contract!” says Comet.

 

“If you say so,” remarks Bobby, “He’s only had two matches!”

 

“Yes, but, one of those matches was winning the U.S. title from Ejiro Fasaki, while the other was a successful title defense against CIA.”

 

Johnny slides into the ring, and takes to a corner turnbuckle. He ascends it, and raises the United States title out to the fans which prompts a good pop from the fans.

 

“Just listen to that reaction!” says Comet. “I’d say the fans are... OH NO, LOOK OUT, JOHNNY!”

 

WHAM!!

 

Before the lights even have a chance to come back up, Duran charges in and SLAMS his fist into Johnny’s back! The Barracuda, caught completely by surprise, is nearly knocked from his perch! The Referee quickly signals for the bell as the lights suddenly crank on, and Duran continues his assault!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

 

Duran heaves punch after punch into Johnny’s back, beating him down into the top of the turnbuckle! He then grabs the Barracuda by his neck, and SLINGS him to the mat like a rag doll, causing the ring to quiver on Johnny’s impact!

 

“AND this match is on with one hell of a start!” shouts Comet. “John Duran with a cheap attack on Johnny Dangerous before the bell even rang!”

 

“Cheap nothing!” retorts Bobby. “That’s using some excellent tactics! Besides if Johnny Dangerous was so damn good, then he should of spied that one coming!”

 

Johnny pops back up to his feet as the Sinner charges towards him! Duran wildly swings his fist for Johnny’s head, but the Barracuda ducks under the blow, swings his arm around The Sinner’s back, and hikes his hind leg up with a Scorpion Kick to Duran’s forehead!

 

WHACK!

 

Johnny quickly slides his arm up Duran’s back, catching the Sinner before he is knocked to far back from the kick and wraps it around John’s neck, falls backwards, and SPIKES Duran’s head straight into the mat with a massive DDT!

 

WHAM!!

 

Like a well aired Basketball, Duran’s head bounces off the canvas, which sends his body airborne then back down to the mat once again, only this time his body crumples in a heap! Johnny quickly slides in to take the cover as the crowds wail in excitement!

 

“Could this one be over already?!”

 

ONE!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THRE-NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Just a mere fraction of a second before the Referee’s hand could come down for three and put this one into the history books, the Sinner THRUSTS his shoulder off the mat with as much energy as he could possibly force out!

 

“YES!” cheers Bobby. “It’s going to take way more than that to put the Sinner down for good!”

 

Duran begins to push himself off the mat, but it’s not quite quick enough for Johnny. The Barracuda reaches down, grabbing a handful of the Sinner’s hair and begins to pull him up, but Duran tries to put the ball back in his court as he heaves his closed fist into Johnny’s crown jewels!

 

“OH!” Comet winces as Johnny buckles from the devastating blow. “A low blow by John Duran, and he didn’t even try to hide that one - the referee saw the whole thing!”

 

Sure enough Hall saw the low blow, and immediately shakes his head no as he signals for the bell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“WHAT!?” cries Bobby. “What the hell is Anthony doing?”

 

“It looks to me as if he’s just disqualified John Duran, Bobby.” says Comet. “That’s what happens when you don’t follow the rules!”

 

Duran can’t believe it! He tries to argue his position with Hall, but the referee will here none of it! Brushing past an agitated Duran, Hall heads towards Johnny with the United States Heavyweight Title Belt in hand.

 

“Your Winner,” bellows Funyon, “due to a disqualification... JOHNNNNNY DANGEROUUSS!!”

 

“After the Flesh” thumps it’s way across the arena as the crowds cheer mightily! Duran slips out of the ring fuming mad! He marches over towards the announcers table where Funyon’s empty chair sits, grabs it, and closes it with a loud clang!

 

“Uh, What’s going on here?” questions Comet, watching as the Sinner spins around towards the ring with a sneer, holding tightly to his new found prize.

 

Inside the ring, Hall grabs onto Johnny’s arm and raises it out in victory to a beautiful Hawaiian pop!

 

KA-RACK!!!

 

With a mighty growl, Duran swings his chair into the back of Johnny’s head, instantly flooring the Barracuda before he has the chance to even realize he’s been hit!

 

“BY ZEUS!” cries Comet. “John Duran has gone mad, he has the Rage virus!”

 

The Sinner spins on his heel towards the Referee Anthony Michael Hall and makes a second swing of the chair, ramming the edge of the steel into Hall’s forehead!

 

CRACK!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“Yeah!” cheers Bobby. “That’ll teach that stupid Hall to make another stupid call like that!”

 

“Anthony was merely doing his job!” snaps Comet. “If you use illegal maneuvers your going to get disqualified!”

 

The crowds quickly let out a thunderous boo as John Duran pumps his chair out to the crowds. John’s head quickly snaps to the side when he spots the Barracuda beginning to move. He storms over towards Johnny just as the Barracuda pushes himself up to his knees, and-

 

KA-RACK!!!

 

Again Johnny is floored! Only this time the shot comes straight into his face! Duran leans back, opens his mouth, and lets out a mighty battle cry! One that is answered by a horrendously loud boo! The Sinner growls back at the audience! “Go to hell, you miserable pieces of sh*t!” he shouts. Angered still he turns back towards the Barracuda, rears the chair back over his head when something from the fans catches his attention...

 

WILD! CHILD!

 

WILD! CHILD!

 

WILD! CHILD!

 

WILD! CHILD!

 

“This crowd is calling out the Wildchild in hopes that the Bahama Bomber will save Johnny Dangerous from John Duran’s path of destruction!” says Comet! “But it might already be too late!”

 

“It was too late six months ago!” says Bobby. “Besides even if Wildchild did answer the call, what’s he going to do? He can’t beat John Duran!”

 

“He already did on Storm.”

 

“... Oh, that’s rig... Will you SHUT UP?!”

 

In spite of the crowds, Duran with his chair already raised back over his head, SLINGS it down into Johnny’s body!

 

CRACK!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

AND AGAIN!

 

CRACK!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

AND AGAIN!

 

CRACK!

 

“WHAT’S HE DOING!” cries Comet. “THIS MATCH IS OVER, HE LOST BECAUSE OF HIS OWN FOOLISHNESS, AND NOW HE’S... OH MY GOD NO! HE’S CALLING FOR THE ULTIMATE~ SIN!”

 

“Not just that,” says Bobby smiling broadly. “but he’s set that chair up to heave Johnny right into it!”

 

The crowds relentlessly heave an onslaught of jeers towards John Duran, but the Sinner simply grins menacingly as he takes the lifeless corpse of Johnny Dangerous and thrusts the Barracuda’s head between his legs! With the standing Head Scissors in place, Duran reaches down to hook Johnny’s arm

 

WILD! CHILD!

WILD! CHILD!

WILD! CHILD!

WILD! CHILD!

 

“Can someone make these people shut the hell up?” snaps Bobby. “Nobody’s going to save Johnny! Did they forget that he has NO, NONE, NADDA, friends?”

 

 

Duran reaches down to hook the other arm...

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I THOUGHT THIS WAS AMERICA, PEOPLE!”

 

“YES!”

 

The Stan Sherrif Center simply ERUPTS as Jay-Z’s “Guilty Until Proven Innocent” blast from the speakers and Wildchild flies down from backstage towards the ring, armed with his own chair!”

 

“HERE HE COMES! HERE HE COMES!” cries Comet, as the Bahama Bomber slides into the ring from behind, and...

 

 

KA-RAAACK!!!

 

SLAMS the steel chair straight into the back of the Sinner’s head! Duran is dropped to the mat like a cheap suit, and the fans go ballistic! “did’n you learn anything on Storm?” Wildchild says to Duran.

 

“Somebody call security!” shouts Bobby. “Wildchild has assaulted the Sinner, and he has no business being out here!”

 

“Like hell he doesn’t!” snaps Comet. “He’s lending his former partner a hand when he needs it! Could this be a sign of what’s to come though, could we be seeing the return of Wild and Dangerous?!”

 

Wildchild slings the chair to the mat, and slides out of the ring. Leaving Johnny to recoup on his own. As the Bahama Bomber heads up the ramp, Johnny pushes himself up to his knees and stares out towards his former teammate.

 

“Hopefully we can find out more on this later.” says Comet. “We’ll be right back after a word from our sponsors!”

 

Wildchild turns back towards the ring, meeting eyes with the Barracuda. No move is made. Nothing is said, but the feeling is understood. Wildchild nod’s towards Johnny as to say your welcome as we:

 

FADE OUT.

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...Every Man Rises...

 

 

 

...Every Man Falls...

 

 

 

...But Few Rise Again...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

COMING SOON...

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“Let me tell you something fans,” rants The Cyclone Comet into his microphone headset as we return to action on SWF programming, “this next contest is going to be a real trip to the slaughterhouse. The Boston Strangler who we saw earlier is not going to be coming into this match with a teddy bear attitude will be taking on Ejiro Fasaki in a chain match.”

 

“And once again, ‘Grand Slam’ shows off just why he’s a roaring hypocrite,” adds Bobby Riley with a grumble and a spit. “How else can you explain this matchmaking? Ejiro Fasaki, consummate wrestler, has no business getting put in a match like this.”

 

“Well I guess that’s what happens when Fasaki and Hearford decided to cheat the crowd out of a main event last week. Mark Stevens is going to make sure everyone knows just who is in charge.”

 

Stepping into the center of the ring stalks the ring announcer that managed to take a Gavel Bang just last week and still look oh so good in a tuxedo known only as Funyon. Pulling the microphone up to his lips, Funyon begins to call out through the arena. “Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall and is to be contested with a steel chain strapped to both men’s wrists. Introducing first…”

 

With absolutely no fanfare at all, a rather large and angry man charges out from behind the curtain of the arena. This man, who has taken all that he has intended to take from Erek Taylor and from anyone else for that matter, brushes past the cheering crowd. And with the eight-foot length of chain wrapped over his shoulder, The Boston Strangler looks ever the more intimidating as he slides underneath the bottom rope. Rising the chain up above his head, The Strangler looks out with the eyes of a man willing to finally put all of this weak handed garbage aside and bring the pain to one of the most hated men in the entire Smarks Wrestling Federation.

 

Funyon calls out, “He weighs in tonight at 315 pounds and hails from Boston, Massachusetts. He is a former SWF World Heavyweight Champion… He is THE BOSSSSSSSSSSSTON STRANGLAHHHHH!”

 

Unfurling the chain, TBS whips it out in front of him as an open invitation to the man who will be coming out next. But that proves to be the only invitation that Ejiro Fasaki gets out of the situation as Funyon simply walks out of the ring rather than calling out his name.

 

“Ha,” chuckles The Cyclone Comet. “It looks as though Funyon is having a little protest here and for good reason.”

 

“Oh sure,” grouses Bobby Riley, “when Funyon doesn’t do his job its all happy time in tiny town. But Ejiro responds to an actual problem in the world and he’s the villain. The hypocrisy around here is darn near choking me.”

 

But regardless of the actions of the ring announcer, the guys in the production truck know their duties and fulfill it as they have been told.

 

JUSTICE!

 

RULE!

 

POPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOPPOP!

 

And as the sounds of REM start to ring throughout the arena, Fasaki comes strutting out and onto the ramp way. But this wrestler is oddly enough not dressed to wrestle. Wearing a polo shirt and a pair of khaki pants and carrying a microphone in hand, Fasaki has only to show his face to have the entire crowd on his case with a number of defamatory chants. The loudest of which drowns out the music that had been playing so loudly only a moment before.

 

“FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI!”

 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” mocks the arrogant tag team specialist. “Chant all you want, I really don’t give a damn. Just like I don’t give a damn about that big freak of nature in the ring. Just like I don’t care about Johnny Dangerous and his stupid little challenges. And just like I don’t give half a rat’s ass about the corrupt bull plop that Mark Stevens thinks he can pull with MY career. Making me face my own partner. Making me fight in a chain match? I’ve never used a chain in my life!”

 

“Snort,” blurts out The Cyclone Comet.

 

“What?” questions Bobbie Riley.

 

“Nothing.”

 

“So let me tell you this,” continues Ejiro. “Strangler, you can have your little chain fight with someone else, because I am not about to do it! So all of you people… just shut up and go home because you’re not going to see Ejiro Fasaki… what!?!”

 

“It’s Mark Stevens!” reports The Cyclone Comet as the commissioner of the SWF comes out right behind the unsuspecting member of Justice and Rule.

 

Grabbing the shocked tag team champion by the seat of his pants and by the hair, Stevens yanks and pulls Fasaki all the way down to the ring as the crowd roars out in appreciation for the hands on direction that commissioner has taken with the insubordinate Rule. Shocked out of his wits by the unsuspected snatch, Ejiro can do nothing to defend himself before ‘Grand Slam’ effectively tosses him write into the lion’s den where the biggest damn lion that you ever did see is ready and waiting. But for the moment, Ejiro is seemingly more concerned with the actions of Mark Stevens. Turning his back to the deadly Strangler, Ejiro virtually hops up to the middle rope and begins to scream at the man at the head of the SWF class as Stevens just walks away with his duties fulfilled as far as he is concerned.

 

“That filthy bastard,” grumbles Bobby Riley as Fasaki continues to yell at the departing Stevens. “What business did that broken down punk have down there putting his hands on an active wrestler? Why doesn’t he just sit in the back and sign my check?”

 

“Hey,” replies The Comet. “If Fasaki is going to keep bowing out of matches like that, Stevens has every right to get the action moving. And it looks like action is just about set to get started.”

 

Indeed Comet, for as Ejiro continues to blather away at a man that is no longer even in ear shot, TBS plans a bit of debate of his own. Wrapping the length of chain around his fist, The Strangler draws a bead much to the joy of the crowd as Ejiro slowly makes the connection that all is not well. With his lower lip quavering in an almost pathetic manner, Fasaki slowly turns to the fate that the whole world pretty much figured out a long time ago.

 

BAM!

 

Slamming his chained fist into the top of Fasaki’s head, The Boston Strangler basically manages to take Fasaki right out of the match the moment the match officially begins. Busted open from stem to stern, an ocean of viscous fluid begins to seep out from the wide gash in Fasaki’s forehead. Looking down at the chain around his fist, The Strangler unfurls the length of metal as Ejiro simply lies still as a corpse as blood continues to seep out from the huge laceration on his forehead. Taking the other end of the chain in hand, The Strangler attaches it to the limp wrist of the tag team champion.

 

“Oh boy,” gawks The Cyclone Comet. “He is not only going to knock the hell out of Fasaki, he is going to make him compete in this match. As though busting the hell out of his opponent was not enough, it looks like The Boston Strangler is going to keep up the punishment. If this doesn’t tell Erek Taylor that The Strangler is ready to bring it as hard as he can every time he can.”

 

Picking up the length of the chain, The Strangler looks down at Ejiro Fasaki for just a moment as referee Matthew Kivell looks on with a pensive eye towards the well fare of the downed tag team champion. But mercy does not enter into the thoughts of The Boston Strangler as he whips downward with the length of the chain he had gathered in his hands. Cutting into the chest of his opponent with the metal, The Strangler makes Ejiro suddenly come back to life as he arches up underneath the pain of the snapping blow. Turning over onto his chest, Fasaki gets up to his knees while placing his hand against both his wounded chest and his now bloodied scalp. But Fasaki barely has a moment to register those pains before TBS introduces another one by cutting into his back with another cutting whip with the chain across the back. Immediately scampering out of the ring to escape from the vengeful former World Champion but he can only get so far before he suddenly jerked back by the cuff around his wrist. Refusing to move regardless of the efforts of the fleeing superstar, The Boston Strangler pulls Ejiro strait back so that he slams his chest right into the side of the ring apron.

 

“There will be no escape from The Boston Strangler tonight,” calls out The Cyclone Comet. “Ejiro Fasaki is trapped in that ring until The Strangler decides that he has suffered enough. And in the mood that The Strangler is in right now I have no idea when that will be. But I’m guessing it will take something like 3,500 words or so to describe.”

 

“What a really odd thing to say,” replies Bobby Riley. “You’d think this was some sort of writing exercise.”

 

Both commentators look into the camera for a minute before both wink like Ash at a fan convention. But this little bit of comedy does nothing to make Ejiro feel the least bit better about this situation as The Stranger uses the chain to drag his foe back underneath the bottom rope and back into the squared circle. Pushing Fasaki back into a corner as the crowd looks on with baited breath. Leaning back with a closed fist, The Strangler pounds away at the cut that is widening on Fasaki’s forehead.

 

WHAM!

 

WHAM!

 

WHAM!

 

With blood flowing down his face and welts already forming on his back, Ejiro Fasaki is knocked right off his feet by the power of the punch. Slamming into the turnbuckle with his upper back, Fasaki bounces right into the center of the ring face-first. Meanwhile, The Strangler leans backward into the ropes before dropping down on the back of Fasaki’s head with a measured legdrop. Shuddering under the impact, Fasaki almost bounces off the mat by a foot before coming to rest on the canvas. Slowly collecting the body of his foe and drags him up to a vertical base.

 

“Oh yuck,” snarls Bobby as he notices the red stain that the bloody face of Fasaki left on the mat. “The referee really should call this match off and award it to Ejiro Fasaki.”

 

“Huh? How in the hell did you figure that one?”

 

“Well in a chain match, you’re totally allowed to beat the heck out of someone with a chain. But Strangler is using wrestling moves and stuff so you know that there has to be a disqualification.”

 

“My god, that was even more convoluted than the Clone Saga.”

 

“The Scarlet Spider is my bitch.”

 

Pulling Fasaki over to a corner once again, The Strangler places the extra length of chain over the turnbuckle. Then taking Ejiro by the hair, TBS jams his bloody face into the mass of links time and again as the crowd happily counts away with the pounding.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

FIVE!

 

SIX!

 

SEVEN!

 

EIGHT!

 

NINE!

 

TEN!

 

Shuddering as he is released from the grip of the icy Strangler, Fasaki falls right back down on his back as the blood continues to pore from the wound in the middle of his forehead. Immediately screaming from the amount of red liquid that has come out of his body in the opening minutes of this contest. But Fasaki can do nothing to defend himself as The Strangler continues to stalk his prey with all the emotion of a spider stalking a fly. Tossing the rising Ejiro off the ropes, TBS lifts up a leg and knocks the bloody Fasaki down to the canvas with a boot to the face. Splattering blood into the air with the force of the impact, The Strangler continues to paint the canvas red with the blood of his opponent. The referee darts in immediately to check on the cut as Strangler looks on with an impassive stone cold glare that could make a pack of wolves leave a blind three-legged cat alone. Casually stalking Fasaki as the referee tries to keep him back, The Strangler simply gives Kivell a one handed shove that sends him falling back on his ass before getting back to the business of making Fasaki an even more bloody mess. Wrapping the chain around the throat of his adversary, The Strangler heaves Fasaki right over the top rope.

 

“He’s lynching Fasaki! He’s lynching him!” calls out Bobby Riley with a high pitched shriek. “I always knew he was a racist son of a bitch but this is taking it too damn far.”

 

“What are you talking about you nutcase?” corrects The Cyclone Comet. “The Strangler hates everything and everybody just about equally. But he really, really, really hates you.”

 

“But I’m so damn lovable!”

 

Holding onto Fasaki’s throat with one hand, TBS slams down with a right hand into the cut once again. And with blood gushing from the wound, The Strangler takes a visceral delight in the red marking that are now decorating his taped fists. But the referee is not so amused as he steps in between The Boston Strangler and his Sarasota Stranglee. Actually grabbing Strangler by the arm, Matthew Kivell pulls his charge away from his opponent for just a moment before TBS simply grabs the official by the hair and heaves him across the ring. Pointing down at Matthew Kivell and telling him to stay the hell out of the way, The Strangler goes back to his appointed task of kicking the hell out of Ejiro Fasaki. However that task is delayed by an attack you would think was somewhat redundant.

 

BAM!

 

“Fasaki hit him with a chain! No the other one!” remarks The Cyclone Comet as Ejiro places the smaller chain back into the pockets of his tan pants before the referee can see it.

 

“So what’s the problem? It’s a chain match skipper,” yawns Bobby Riley as Strangler stumbles back a step or two before dropping down to a knee.

 

“But they’re only allowed to use the chain they’re attached to!”

 

“Don’t play lawyer ball Comet.”

 

With Strangler down on one knee, Fasaki quickly gathers up the slack in his hands before slinging it around and busting into the side of TBS’ head dropping him right down on his face. Wiping the blood out of his eyes, Fasaki looks down at the momentarily downed former World Champion with a whole lifetime’s worth of bad intentions circling about his sick mind. And it does not take long for Fasaki to come up with something that most people wouldn’t and wraps the chain right along The Strangler’s throat and using it to snap mare The Boston Madman over and onto his back. Then immediately taking the chain from around Strangler’s throat, Fasaki gathers a mass of chain and places it underneath his own knee. Hopping up into the air, Rule comes jamming down upon The Strangler with all of his weight behind it. And that would be the moment that Ejiro’s strategy really comes into play.

 

“He’s going right after The Strangler’s ear!” calls out The Cyclone Comet. “What the devil is that little bastard up to?”

 

“What do you think?” replies Bobby Riley. “He’s been assaulted by that madman and now he’s going to make an immediate impression right back on him. That big guy wants to carve a notch on Fasaki’s head? Well Ejiro is going take his ear as revenge. I wonder if Mercury is watching?”

 

Grabbing onto the side of his head and rolling over to the side, protecting the side of his head that Ejiro just attacked. But that does not provide much protection as Ejiro snaps a short little kick underneath the pile and knocks The Strangler over and flatly to his back. Stomping down on the chest as TBS continues to hold onto the side of his head, Fasaki continues with his assault as The Strangler looks to protect himself the best way that he can. But sadly for him and his fans, Ejiro mounts over his foe and starts to drive hard elbows into the side of The Strangler’s head as the crowd winces with each and every blow that finds its mark. But with his superior weight and power it is almost a simple matter for The Strangler to reach around Ejiro’s body and pull him over to reverse the mount! Then with his arms free, TBS batters Rule once again in the cut above his eyes with a flurry of shattering blows. But that barrage does not lost long before Ejiro manages to reach up and block a loping right hand. Reaching up from his position on the mat, Ejiro grabs a hold of The Strangler by the ear and uses it to pull the former World Champion off the mount.

 

“How vile can you be,” calls out The Cyclone Comet. “Just when you think Fasaki could not stoop any lower! When you think he couldn’t do worse than attacking a ring announcer! When you think he couldn’t do worse than having a damn slave! That’s when he goes after someone’s ear?”

 

“This is all Mark Stevens fault,” replies Bobby Riley. “If Stevens made fair matches, Ejiro wouldn’t have to cripple this bastard before Erek Taylor gets to on pay per view.”

 

Using the hold on Strangler’s ear to pull his foe off, Fasaki manages to free himself from underneath the bulk of the former World Champion. Holding Strangler down on his knees, Ejiro finally releases the grip just long enough to drive a knee right into the side of his head once again. Flopping over onto his back from the impact, The Boston Strangler continues to paw at his wounded eardrum that has seemingly started to seep a little blood of its own to match the splatter victim look that Fasaki is now sporting. But Fasaki will seemingly not be satisfied until Strangler matches his look exactly as he proves by once again using the chain as a whip to crack against the side of TBS’ head. Shattered by the blow, The Strangler tries to stand up and create some distance between himself and his now maniacal opponent only to get just about a step and a half before stumbling down to his knee and back down to the canvas.

 

“This is great,” chortles Bobby with his typical sadistic glee. “Not only is Ejiro Fasaki going to prove himself right once again, but he’s managed to disrupt Strangler’s sense of equilibrium in the process. And if Strangler can’t walk… well it will be way hard for him to win this match.”

 

Moving onto his target yet again, Ejiro pulls his foe ahead and places his neck down across the middle ropes. Then wrapping the chain around TBS’ head, Fasaki pulls on the length of metal and uses it to pull The Strangler back and forth time and again before finally just releasing the metal and letting Strangler fall down to the mat. Rising up as quickly as he can to stay off the canvas, The Strangler finds that with very little rules that Rule holds very few of them in importance. Ejiro looks out to the crowd through bloody eyes and smiles as he drives a closed fist into the side of the ear and knocks The Strangler down to the mat once again. Wiping the fresh blood out of his eyes, Fasaki swipes it out at the first row of the arena while all the while listening to the chants that he really does not care about one way or the other.

 

“FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI! FU FASAKI!”

 

Continuing with this assault regardless of what some drunks might call out, Fasaki pulls the stunned Boston Strangler up to a seated position. Then moving behind his opponent, Ejiro cocks The Strangler’s head to one side before continually smashing into the side of The Strangler’s head with punch after punch all aimed right at the Boston Madman’s bleeding ear. Disregarding everything that the referee has to say, Fasaki’s hand continues to pound away until he and only he is happy with the pain that he is drawing from the former World Champion. Finally happy enough with the pain that he has caused, Ejiro wraps the chain around the throat of The Strangler and pulls him up to a standing position. Using the chain to pull The Boston Stranger into a corner, Ejiro happily enjoys his advantage to drive elbows right into the side of The Strangler’s face. Rocked back on his heels, Strangler can barely keep his feet by his own power. But unfortunately for Ejiro Fasaki, TBS does not need to stand on his own as long as the corner pads are there to hold him vertical. And so as another elbow knocks against his ear, The Strangler explodes with all the power he can with a hard right hand to the top of Fasaki’s head.

 

BOOM!

 

Driven backward by the surprising shot to the face, Ejiro stumbles for a moment before walking back into the Strangler and tossing three wild right hooks into the side of The Strangler’s face. But three punches from a two hundred-pound man does simply not equate to one from the mammoth former World Champion.

 

BOOM!

 

Actually knocked off his feet by that shot, Ejiro scampers right back into the mouth of the lion only to by knocked right back down to his ass with another huge right hand.

 

BOOM!

 

Staggered by the shot, Ejiro tries to crawl away from the angry Boston Strangler. But with The Strangler locked onto the turnbuckle, Ejiro can only go so far before he is stopped by the powerful bulk of TBS. Pulling Ejiro right back to him The Strangler clobbers the tag team champion with a clothesline that knocks Fasaki head over heels and into the center of the ring. But as Strangler takes a step out of the corner, he wants again has an intense feeling of vertigo and drops down to a knee while shaking his head round and round trying to focus his vision on a stationary target. But before he can do that, Ejiro uses his connection to The Strangler to pull him forward and off balance once again. And as The Strangler shakily rises to his feet, Ejiro is there to strike him in the back of the head with a enziguri kick that knocks TBS down to the canvas. Immediately pushing the man from Boston over onto his back, Ejiro hooks one of the tree trunks belonging to the Strangler and looks to win this contest.

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNE!

 

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

“Kick out at two and three quarters,” reveals The Cyclone Comet. “You have to wonder just how much the late kick out was due to the damage Ejiro has done to The Strangler and how much is due to the lack of balance that Strangler is feeling right now.”

 

“Well hell,” grumbles Bobby Riley. “It’s not like The Strangler is dizzy because he saw The Beatles. Ejiro went right after that ear and he has managed to take the big bad Strangler and taken away his entire plan of attack.”

 

Looking at the referee with a raised eyebrow, Ejiro shakes his head from side to side as blood continues to drip through the wound in his forehead. Gathering a length of the chain in his hands, Ejiro Fasaki uses the connection to The Strangler to pull him up to his feet. And with his balance all screwed up by the damage to his bloody ear, TBS can’t defend himself as Fasaki pulls The Strangler into him and takes him down with a short arm clothesline with the chain! Knocked right back off his feet, The Boston Strangler can do nothing as Ejiro looks out to the crowd with murder on his mind. Taking his hand and wiping it across his head, Fasaki gathers enough blood on his own hands for a grisly task that no one could have expected. Taking the red stuff from his fingers, Fasaki draws a slippery ‘X’ in blood across the forehead of The Boston Strangler!

 

“What the deuce?” calls out The Cyclone Comet. “What in the hell is Fasaki trying to do here?”

 

Reaching down for the wrist of The Boston Strangler, Ejiro detaches the chain from his opponent much to the anger of the crowd. Looking out to the crowd, Fasaki gathers the length of metal in his hands and raises it up to the people with a scornful glare. Then callously wrapping the metal around his arm and fist, Ejiro points to his own gore filled forehead before pantomiming that the same is going to happen to The Boston Strangler as soon as he rises up to his feet. Slapping his other hand against the other metal garbed fist, Ejiro leans against the ropes and awaits The Strangler’s return to his feet.

 

“He’s going to split Strangler wide open!”

 

“Goody, goody gumdrops!”

 

Rushing ahead as The Strangler stumbles up to his feet, Fasaki takes his mighty swing at the face of The Boston Strangler in the hopes of breaking him wide open. But as his metal fist comes rocketing forward, Ejiro’s target manages to duck right underneath the blow! Turning immediately back towards his target, Ejiro eats boot and gets driven to the canvas in a bloody heap. Brushing his hand against his face, The Strangler figures out just what Ejiro had left there. No longer in the same cheery mood that he was when the match began, The Boston Monster glares at his opponent with a look that could cause wall paper to peel. Still staggering from the damage to his ears, The Strangler nonetheless ignores his feelings of vertigo as he runs strait through the rising Ejiro Fasaki with a huge clothesline across the chest! Popping himself in the side of the head with a palm, The Strangler continues to try and focus his sense of balance as Fasaki tries to get up to his feet. Taking Fasaki by the arm, TBS hurls Ejiro into the ropes and lowers a shoulder for a backdrop.

 

POP!

 

But Fasaki still has enough wits about him to send a kick into the chest of the doubled over Strangler and stands him strait up. Then using his metal enhanced hand, Ejiro takes another swing with the chain only to have The Strangler duck right under the arm before taking the tag team champion up and over with a belly-to-back suplex! Floating over after the impact, The Strangler uses his savage right hand to continue to work on the cut opened on Fasaki’s face. Punch after punch finds its home on the forehead gash as blood once again flows freely from the wound and coats the face of the tag team champion.

 

“He’s trying to kill Fasaki! He’s trying to KILLLL him!” shrieks Bobby Riley as Strangler finally rises off his opponent and shakily stumbles backward into the ropes.

 

“And Fasaki tried to rip his ear off!” adds The Cyclone Comet. “Seems like a fair trade off to me.”

 

Pulling Ejiro off the mat, The Boston Strangler heaves him into the corner yet again. Then holding onto the top rope to keep his stance upright, TBS hammers away with a number of closed right hands to the head that causes a bloody red mist to explode into the air with each and every shot to the head. Taking Fasaki by the wrist, The Strangler sends Fasaki across the ring with an Irish whip and immediately mashes Fasaki into the corner with a crushing clothesline into the corner. Wobbling like a weasel, Ejiro manages to walk out of the corner by a step or two before he collapses right on his face in the center of the ring as The Strangler looks on from the corner while steadying himself on the ropes and shaking his head. This is going to end hear and now, he thinks to himself as he slowly ambles out to the center of the ring.

 

“Oh this does not look good.”

 

Placing a boot in the center of Ejiro’s polo shirt, The Strangler doubles the tag team champion over at the waist. Immediately placing his legs around Fasaki’s head and grabs Ejiro around the body before hauling him up on high for a powerbomb!

 

WHAM!

 

“Ejiro with a fist that’s still wrapped up with the chain!”

 

“The Strangler is still holding him up!”

 

WHAM!

 

WHAM!

 

THUD!

 

“NOT ANYMORE!”

 

Three chain assisted punches to the head later and The Boston Strangler falls strait down to the canvas with Ejiro landing right on top! Reaching back as soon as he lands, Fasaki hooks one of The Strangler’s legs as Matthew lays in the count!

 

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNE!

 

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

“It’s over!”

 

Immediately hopping off the struggling Strangler, Ejiro Fasaki slides out of the ring and the safety of the arena floor as The Strangler displays the fresh cut that Ejiro just opened on his head. With the viscous fluid falling down his face, TBS looks up with his eyes read with both anger and blood. But with Fasaki already retreating down the aisle, he knows that revenge may have to wait for another day as he hears the announcement from Funyon.

 

“The winner of this contest… Ejiro Fasaki,” grumbles Funyon with all the enthusiasm of a IRS agent.

Edited November 6, 2003 by Suicide King

[Kaertos 0]

Comet: Greetings citizens, welcome back to SWF !

 

Riley: Coming up right now we’ve got Va’aiga taking on Danny Williams in what is sure to be a candidate for “Most Violent Match of the Night!”

 

Comet: Responsible parents of America, hear my plea, put your children to bed early for this one!

 

Suddenly, the house lights go out, drenching the Stan Sherrif Center in darkness! More excited than scared, the SWF’s Hawaiian fan base welcomes the quasi night fall with whistles and screams. But when a shadowy figure emerges in the entranceway, the fans reaction becomes much more negative.

 

“WHAT’S MY NAME!?”

 

A dark, twisted bass line booms over the loud speakers, while a creepy but mesmerizing chant raps over the atmospheric beat.

 

Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at a impressive 309 pounds, he hails from Rotorua, Aotearoa..................VA-ING-UUUUUUUUUUUUH!!!

 

Red strobe lights pierce the darkness, revealing the unsettling image of a hooded figure slowly gliding down the aisle like he was the Grim Reaper himself. Once this frightening specter enters the ring, he slings off his robe revealing himself to be none other than the tattooed beast that is Va’aiga, far more terrifying than any Angel of Death.

 

Comet: In the past couple of weeks, Va’aiga has committed multiply villainous acts that are so heinous and dastardly that this super hero dare not dignify them by listing them like a resume before the match.

 

Riley: Oh, I guess your gonna leave this up too me than. Well, o.k....I think it was on Storm, or was it a Smarkdown? Well the show date isn’t important, what is important is that Va’aiga attacked his than tag partner Dace Night, and dropped him on his dome with a sickening new move he calls the.......uh...Comet help me out here.

 

Comet: The vile move that Va’agia cowardly used to nearly paralyze the man he once called friend.....

 

Riley: Forget it, forget I asked. Anyway, Va’aiga called out Danny Williams on the next show, and revealed to all the not so shocking truth about the Unholy Trinity leader. That he is a favorite playing, manipulative, ego maniac who exploited him for his own gain, using him as his personal step ladder to the top.

 

Comet: That is nothing more than the preposterous ramblings of a confused and desperate man. This has nothing to do with Va’aiga standing up to his cruel and evil leader, this is about Va’aiga betraying his friends in the name of personal gain.

 

Riley: What the hell is wrong with that? If this get’s Va’aiga the attention he deserves, than why not stab your friends in the back. The SWF isn’t a team sport.

 

Comet: Yes, but to turn your back on the man who took him under his wing...

 

Riley: Answer me this Comet. Will taking on Danny Williams and possibly defeating him, elevate Va’aiga further up the card?

 

Comet: Why yes, citizen Riley, but...

 

Riley: There you have it than, this debate is over.

 

Breaking a sweat, Va’aiga bounces around the ring, shadow boxing while his music fades. Suddenly, the crowd explodes as the familiar melodies of In Flames comes dancing out of the loud speakers. Seemingly irritated by the mere sound of Williams’ entrance music, Va’aiga’s warm up punches become increasingly intense.

 

Funyon: And his opponent, weighing in at 243 pounds, from Louisville, Kentucky...........DANNY WILLIAMSsssssssssssssssssss!!!

 

The drapes across the entrance ramp peel apart, and out pops Danny Williams! To an overwhelming ovation, Williams marches towards the ring with an all business look on his face. Despite the long lay off, Williams appears to be an excellent shape, looking very trim and energetic. Though his opponent is more intimidating than a young Mike Tyson, Williams appears to be extremely confident, that is until he reaches the ring. As if the reality of the situation just now hit him, Williams momentarily pauses at the ring steps. He looks up at the nightmarish creature that awaits him, doubting if he is capable of defeating such a monster. Refusing to let something as insignificant as fear get the best of him, Williams swallows hard, and blindly rushes into the ring like a suicide victim jumping to his death.

 

Comet: After vanquishing his first pupil into oblivion, Danny Williams did what any compassionate human being would do, he took some time off and re-evaluated his life.

 

Riley: In other words, he got reacquainted with his old college buddy, Jack Daniels.

 

Comet: These past couple of months have been in doubt very painful for Danny Williams. Not only is the future of his stable in doubt, but he once again finds himself in grudge match with a former student.

 

Riley: That should tell you something about his teaching skills right there, if every other second he has a former student gunning for him.

 

Comet: The pressure on Danny Williams must be unbearable. For the second straight time, he finds himself on the front line, fending off a hungry motivated enemy. Will he survive the night, or will Va’aiga cut through his defenses like a warm knife through butter.

 

 

There’s a buzz amongst the jam packed crowd as anticipation for the long awaited match grows more and more every second. With both men ready in their corners, Soapdish delays the contest no further by calling for the bell!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

In all his creepy glory, Va’aiga prowls out of his corner like a blood thirsty tiger. If Williams is intimidated he doesn’t show it as he eagerly follows Va’aiga’s lead, meeting him head on in the center of the ring. Without batting an eye, Williams and Va’aiga clash together in an intense collar elbow tie up.

 

Riley: A grapple is the last thing I expected to see in this match.

 

Comet: Keep in mind that this is Williams and Va’aiga’s first ever meeting, naturally they are going to be a little hesitant to mix it up, at least until they feel each out a little better.

 

Williams bravely battles for control, but it’s no use, Va’aiga is too damn strong! Thanks to his far superior power, Va’aiga muscles Williams into a nearby corner with relative ease.

 

“Break!”

 

Va’aiga carefully untangles his arms from Williams’, and slowly takes a few steps back. Not trusting the Maori Badass, Williams keeps his guard up, and his eyes open. As if he has a gun pointed to the back of his head, Va’aiga raises his arms in the air as he backs up, letting Soapdish and Williams know that he has no intention of taking a cheap shot.

 

Riley: Va’aiga’s.......gonna give him a clean break?

 

Comet: It would seem that Va’aiga is gonna respect the rules, and try to beat Williams fairly.

 

Williams waits until Va’aiga is good couple of feet out of attacking range, before relaxing his arms. When all of a sudden, Va’aiga bolts forward at his helplessly corned opponent!

 

WHAM!

 

Va’aiga’s boot catches Danny under his chin, sending his head snapping back in a cloud of sweat and saliva! His eyes rolling up in his head, Williams slides down the turnbuckles, and takes a seat on the mat.

 

Instead of pressing the attack, Va’aiga spits down at his victim, “WHAT’S MY NAME?!”

 

The “booing” fans lower their thumbs in disapproval, while Soapdish gets between the two men, scolding Va’aiga for hitting on the break.

 

Comet: What a villainous Yakuza Kick from Va’aiga, dishonestly giving Williams a clean break so that he can catch him off guard with a sneak attack!

 

Riley: You call it villainous, I call it ingenious. Va’aiga knew that Williams would be expecting a cheap shot, so he tricked him into suspecting otherwise. Absolutely brilliant!

 

Squinting to get the feeling back in his face, Williams climbs back to his feet with a snort. Grinning evilly, Va’aiga gives Williams some space, letting him out of the corner, and back into the center of the ring.

 

Riley: Va’aiga is so confident he’s not even gonna attempt to capitalize off the Yakuza Kick.. He can hurt Williams any time he wants, and he knows it.

 

Turning red with rage, Williams lunges into Va’aiga, instigating another tie up. Not giving Va’aiga a chance to get comfy, Williams immediately breaks the grapple, and clocks him with a brain rattling elbow smash!

 

CRACK!

 

Va’aiga’s knees buckle from pain, but he recovers almost instantly. The Maori Badass smiles down at his shocked opponent, daring him to try it again.

 

Riley: Damn, Va’aiga is a monster! Not since J.D. have I seen anyone brush off Williams’ elbows like that!

 

Comet: Williams was looking to retaliate for the Yakuza Kick, but Va’aiga appears to be impervious to his trusty elbow smashes!

 

Not backing down from Va’aiga’s challenge, Williams swings with bad intentions! Crossing his arms in front of his face, Va’aiga blocks Williams’ forearm in the nick of time! Quick to counter, Va’aiga grabs Williams by his hair, reels back his head, and....

 

KA-POW!

 

drops him with a monstrous head BUTT!

 

Riley: Danny Williams, getting up close and personal with the ring canvas!

 

Comet: It’s become apparent that gap between Va’aiga’s and Williams’ striking power is much more staggering than I originally predicted.

 

Grabbing Williams’ by his hair, Va’agia guides him to his feet, and holds him steady.

 

KA-POW!

 

Thanks to another huge head BUTT, Williams gets reacquainted with mat! A little rattled himself, Va’aiga takes a couple of seconds to shake a few cob webs loose given Williams the opportunity to roll to the nearest corner, and uses the ropes to desperately pull himself up. Va’aiga confidently stroll up to Williams, spins him around, and with a barrage of haymakers, pounds him into hamburger meat!

 

 

Riley: Danny’s such a dumbass, a corner is the last place he should have crawled too.

 

Comet: What an excellent observation, my trusty side kick! Williams needs to get out of the corner and stick move, otherwise this gonna be a very short battle.

 

Having obliterated Williams with his stone like fists, Va’aiga palms his smaller adversary’s head, and runs him into the cross corner!

 

BAM!

 

Va’agia brutally slams Danny’s face into the top turnbuckle! With an over exaggerated bump, Williams bounces down to the mat, and rolls over on his stomach! Like a Maori Gene Simmons, Va’aiga sticks his long tongue out at the crowd.

 

“VA-ING-UH SUCKS! VA-ING-UH SUCKS! VA-ING-UH SUCKS!”

 

Smiling to himself, Va’aiga drags his dazed opponent to his feet, and pushes him against the ropes. Taking Danny by the wrist, Va’aiga whips him off the ropes, and takes position in the center of the ring! Instead of bouncing off the ropes, Williams stunningly leaps up on to the second rope, and springboards off!

 

SMACK!

 

Williams crashes into Va’aiga with a reverse elbow smash, causing both men to tumble to the mat! The fancy move earns Williams a nice little pop.

 

Comet: And with a surprise ariel move, Williams has taken the big man off his feet!

 

Riley: Williams’ quickness and agility might be the only advantage he has over Va’aiga, but still, his high flying attack isn’t proficient enough for him to hit high risk moves consistently.

 

More knocked down from a lack of balance than pain, Va’aiga climbs back to his feet without missing a step.

 

Crack! Crack! Crack!

 

Rushing Va’aiga as he gets up, Williams drives the giant into the ropes with a series of vicious elbow smashes! Williams takes hold of Va’aiga’s wide wrist, and with a grunt, pulls him off the ropes with an Irish whip! Far too strong to get thrown around by Williams, Va’aiga hangs on to his arm, and reverses the whip! Not expecting the reversal, Williams doesn’t have enough time to perform a spring board maneuver, and has to settle for bouncing off the ropes like Va’aiga planned! The Maori Badass dips his head, tossing Williams high into the air!

 

BOOM!

 

When Williams splatters across the mat like a raw egg!

 

Comet: Big Back Body Drop from Va’aiga!

 

Riley: Williams got some killer hang time!

 

Despite having the wind knocked out of him, Williams forces himself to get back on his feet, but he ends up walking right into Va’aiga’s hands! Va’aiga effortless scoops Williams up like a rag doll, and than slams him down with authority!

 

KA-BOOM!

 

The impact of the body slam shakes the ring like an earthquake! Snagging Williams by his feet, Va’aiga tucks his boots under his arm pit, turns him over, and sit back! Williams screams in agony as Va’aiga pulls back on his legs, bending his spine in the wrong direction! Danny’s tortured screams unsettle the crowd, creating an uneasy feeling that one normally doesn’t find in professional wrestling. Digging his nails into the mat, a wide eyed Williams begins desperately clawing his way towards the ropes, but they are so far away. Sensing the urgency in Williams’ movements, the fans begin to dramatically chant his name..

 

“DAN-E! DAN-E! DAN-E!”

 

Feeding off the energy of the crowd, Williams pushes his chest off the mat, and begins vigorously walking on his hands. Dripping with sweat and trembling with every move, Williams slowly but surely makes his way to the salvation of the ropes! The crowd responds with a riveting ovation, but Va’aiga doesn’t exactly have much respect for the ropes. Grinning from ear to ear, Va’aiga continues the torture session by continuing to pull back with all his might on Williams’ legs, threatening to snap him in half like a dry tree branch.

 

Comet: He can’t do that, to keep a hold applied after the rope break is illegal, which means it’s wrong!

 

Riley: Hey it’s only a rule if you can enforce it. Face the truth, Comet, guys like Va’aiga are above the law.

 

The crowd hisses at Va’aiga like a venomous cobra while Soapdish’s pleads for him to releases the hold fall on deaf ears.

 

Running out of ideas, Soapdish screams, “Let him go, or I’ll disqualify you!”

 

Not intimidated, Va’aiga growls at the nervous official, daring him to follow through with his threat. Left with no other option, Soapdish starts the count. Va’aiga hangs on until the last possible second, before finally throwing Danny’s legs down in disgust. Snorting like a bull that’s about to charge, Va’aiga stares holes through Soapdish, who timidly backs off.

 

Comet: This is revolting! Just because your super strong and invincible doesn’t give you the right to scare people into doing what you want.

 

Riley: Are you kidding? The threat of violence is what keeps this country free, it’s the American way!

 

Va’aiga wraps his huge hands around Danny’s head, and snap mares him away from the ropes, and into a seated position. Va’aiga draws back his boot, and with bad intentions, slams it into Williams’ back as hard as he possibly can!

 

SMAAAAAAACK!

 

The crowd recoils in horror, while letting out a collective,”Oooooooooooooooh!”

 

Riley: I bet that stung like the fires of hell!

 

Paralyzed with pain, Williams stiffens up and rolls over on his side. Clamping a front facelock on his helpless victim, the Maori Badass drags Williams to his feet, and sets him up for a Vertical Suplex. Without so much as a grunt, Va’aiga hoists Williams high over his head, balancing him up there for all to see! When all of a sudden, Williams jumps out of Va’aiga’s clutches! Before the big man can turn around, Williams hooks his arm under his chin, and jumps up on his back! Danny throws himself backwards, pulling Va’aiga down into a Doushime Sleeperhold! Knowing that this is a potential match ender, the Hawaiian crowd goes ecstatic!

 

Comet: And with one move Danny Williams may have just stolen the match!

 

Riley: This is a worse case scenario for Va’aiga! All that size and all that power mean absolutely nothing if he’s lying on his back!

 

In a panic, Va’aiga wildy thrashes his arms back behind his head, searching for anything he can get a hold of!

 

Comet: For the first time tonight, it appears that Va’aiga is actually in trouble!

 

Not able to get his paws on anything, Va’aiga focuses his attention on Williams’ arm. Like a hanged man battling for his life, Va’aiga manages to squeeze his hands underneath Williams’ noose like arm, given himself some breathing room. Breathing hard and heavy, Va’aiga waits for the blood to return to his head, before he makes his next move. With unparalleled power, Va’aiga begins to dominantly push Williams’ arm off his throat as routine as a weight lifter would bench a dumbbell off his chest.

 

Riley: I stand corrected, Va’aiga is actually gonna power his way out of the douche bag Sleeper!

 

Va’aiga slips his big head out from underneath Williams’ arm, and quickly spins around! Not given his surprised victim the chance to get his arms up, Va’aiga begins to wail on Williams with a flurry of right hands! Danny tries to push his attack back with the body scissors, but he can’t seem to get out of Va’aiga’s punching range! Va’aiga sickeningly knocks Williams’ head from side to side, at times coming close to knocking his head clean off. Soapdish tries to inject himself, but no matter what he says or threatens, he can’t seem to reach Va’aiga. Getting tired of throwing punches, a winded Va’aiga opts to clamp his huge hands around Danny’s throat, and squeeze!

 

“Booooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

 

Purple faced and gagging, Williams releases the body scissors, and starts to involuntarily stomp and kick his feet! Va’aiga begins to laugh madly as he chokes the life out of his former mentor, freaking out the thousands in attendance! Soapdish tries to pull Va’aiga off before he ends up killing Williams, but finds the task to be impossible.

 

Raving like a lunatic, Va’aiga begins to spit down at his dying victim, “What’s my name, Danny?! What’s my fucking name?!”

 

Comet: Va’aiga has lost it, this man isn’t a wrestler, he’s a mad man!

 

Riley: He’s a superstar in the making is what he is!

 

With his last breath, a weary Danny Williams viciously rams his thumbs into Va’aiga’s eyes! Va’iaga uncharacteristically screams in pain, releasing Williams so that he can wipe the stinging out of his eyes! Rolling around on the mat like he’s on fire, Va’aiga frantically rubs his watering eyes, while Williams coughs and gags like he’s gonna puke, struggling to replenish his lungs with precious oxygen.

 

Comet: Left with no other option, Danny Williams has had to resort to fighting fire with fire.

 

Riley: It’s about time Danny Williams showed some balls, and did the right thing.

 

Comet: Gouging out a man’s eyes is never the right thing, Riley?

 

Riley: Whatever.

 

After several moments of pain and blackness, Va’aiga’s vision returns to him, and to his surprise he finds that Williams is down and struggling to breathe. Feeling brave, Soapdish gets all in Va’aiga’s face, chastising him for the choke hold. As if could give a damn about being D.Q.ed, the Maori Badass pushes Soapdish out of the way, sending the 150 pound official flying across the ring with an exaggerated bump. The fans responds to his act of cowardliness, by jumping out of their chairs and lowering their thumbs.

 

Comet: Va’aiga is out of control, and this match needs to be stopped.

 

Riley: Hell no, not when things are just now getting good!

 

Growling like a hungry, rabid dog, Va’aiga stomps his way over to Williams, who is still shivering on the mat. Grabbing a handful of hair, Va’aiga leans down to pull Williams up for further abuse. But Williams surprises Va’aiga, by tripping him up with a double leg takedown! The crowd erupts as Williams mounts Va’aiga, and precedes to work his head over with some of the stiffest forearms you’ve ever seen or heard!

 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

 

Each forearm shot echoes through arena, causing even the most hardened wrestling fan to flinch and cringe.

 

Riley: We’ve got ourselves a fight now!

 

Comet: And now it’s Williams, who has Va’aiga at his mercy, getting some payback for the mounted punches he had to endure earlier.

 

After dusting himself off, Soapdish rushes to the scene, where he tries to pull Danny off! But the frail official gets a little too close to the action, and ends up getting caught in the mouth by a stray back elbow! Realizing what he’s done, Williams stops swinging, and turns around to see Soapdish on his hands and knees, spitting blood.

 

Riley: Did you see that, Danny intentionally busted Soapdish’s mouth with one of those damn elbow smashes of his!

 

Comet: Don’t be blind to the truth, it was obviously accidental, but sadly, the end result is the same.

 

Feeling guilty, Williams dismounts Va’aiga, and does his best to assist Soapdish. Danny successfully helps the dazed official to one knee, when he spots Va’aiga moving in the corner of his eye. A bit punch drunk, Va’aiga stumbles around on the mat, given Williams enough time to walk over and greet him. Williams attempts to guide Va’aiga to his feet, but when he bends over, he gets an uppercut to the balls!

 

The males in the audience, shake their heads and go,”oh!”

 

His eyes glowing with pain, Williams sinks to the mat, while Va’aiga takes a few seconds to shake the cob webs lose before climbing the rest of the way up.

 

Comet: And Williams get’s low blowed by a dirty Va’aiga!

 

Riley: Ha, I don’t think Soapdish saw it either!

 

Soapdish is still a mess, and it’s up to anyone’s guess as to just what the hell did he actually see. Va’aiga leans deep into the ropes, carefully eyeing Williams up. Holding his lower abdomen in pain, Danny gingerly stands up, when...

 

SMAAAAAACK!

 

Va’aiga decapitates him with a thunderous Lariat!

 

Comet: THE MAORI LARIAT!

 

Riley: IT’S OVER!

 

The momentum carries Williams’ legs over his head, leaving him grotesquely folded in half! Victory within his grasp, Va’aiga wastes little time in dropping down on top of Danny’s carcass for the pin! Surveying the situation from the mat, a delirious Soapdish rolls over on his side, and signals for the bell!

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

The confused fans look around, shaking their heads, trying to figure out what the final decision was.

 

Comet: And it looks like this match is over?!

 

Riley: What the hell?!

 

Va’aiga sits up, totally confused and irritated. Soapdish rolls out of the ring, and Funyon rushes to his side, and helps him to his feet. Bleeding and obviously pissed off, Soapdish shouts his decision to Funyon, who quickly announces it to the crowd.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, at 5 minutes and 22 seconds, referee Nick Soapdish has called a halt to this contest, rewarding to the winner as a result of a disqualification...................DANNY WILLIAMS!”

 

Happy that the right person won, but still disappointed, the crowd gives a moderation applause. Enraged by the outcome, Va’aiga starts jumping up and down, shouting every dirty word in the book.

 

Riley: This is bull(bleep)! Danny was the one who hit the Soapdish!

 

Comet: It think Soapdish saw the low blow, citizen Riley.

 

 

Riley: Even more bull(bleep)! How in the hell could he see the low blow when he was crawling around on the mat like a retard, overacting and trying to get sympathy? Va’aiga won this damn match, look at Danny still isn’t moving!

 

No longer able to contain his rage, Va’aiga storms out of the ring, and grabs a steel chair!

 

“Booooooooooooooooooooo!”

 

Sliding back into the ring, Va’aiga stands over his still comatose opponent, and with a murderous look in his eye, raises the chair over his head!

 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

 

In a disturbing sight, Va’aiga begins relentlessly slamming the steel chair into the lifeless body of Danny Williams!

 

“DANNY, WHAT’S MY NAME, YOU FUCKING BITCH! WHAT’S MY FUCKING NAME!”

 

Comet: Somebody get security out here!

 

Riley: Yeah, and when your finished him with, Va’aiga, go after that punk ass ref!

 

Suddenly, the crowd explodes as Dace Night comes rushing down the aisle like a bat out of hell! Va’aiga looks up, and with the chair still in his hands, beckons his former partner to bring it on!

 

Comet: IT’S DACE NIGHT, RETURNING THE FAVOR FOR LAST WEEK!

 

Dace slides into the ring so smoothly you would think he was covered in grease! Dace leaps to his feet, and Va’aiga takes a swing,..

 

SWOOOOOOOSH!

 

but it’s ducked! Dace runs into the ropes, and launches back at Va’aiga!

 

CRAAACK!

 

Dace liquefies Va’aiga’s face with a nasty Yakuza Kick! But shockingly, Va’aiga absorbs the blow, and brings the steel chair down across Dace’s head anyway!

 

SMAAAAAAAACK!

 

Dace goes down like a sack of bricks! Turning his attention back to Danny, Va’aiga once again, shows no mercy, by beating him with the steel chair over and over again! But he ceases the assault, when out of nowhere, a bloody Dace compassionately crawls on top of his broken mentor’s body!

 

Comet: Dace Night, showing that he is willing to sacrifice his own body to save a man who is not just his mentor, but his friend!

 

Riley: Damn, Williams really has that kid brainwashed don’t he?

 

A sadistic grin forms on Va’aiga’s face, as he raises the chair one last time!

 

CRUNCH!

 

Va’aiga brings the chair down across the back of Dace’s so hard, that is shatters it breaks it apart!

Comet: HOLY MACARONI!

 

The crowd demands Va’aiga’s blood, but they won’t be getting it tonight. Leaving Dace and Williams’ lifeless bodies behind him, Va’aiga walks to the back with his head held high, proud of the carnage he’s caused. Paramedics rush towards the ring, passing right by the man responsible for their future patients ailing health.

 

Comet: Evil has prevailed, how, how can this be?! This must be a nightmare, or some sort of bizzaro dimension!

 

Riley: Damn, this has been a good show! Hopefully by the time we return from this commercial break, Williams and Dace will be out of their comas, and we can move on to the next match.

[Kaertos 0]

The volcanos aren't the only things heating up in Hawaii. Lockdown visits the Stan Sheriff Center in Honolulu and this one event alone has already brought more excitement than watching the many women in bikinis walk along the beach. The night is coming to a close and the match that will be the icing on the cake has finally arrived.

 

"I am so hyped up for this next match!" Riley exclaims. "Two of my favorite guys against two guys I force to do my laundry!"

 

"I do not think anybody has done anything wrong to do your laundry, Citizen Riley."

 

"Oh what the hell do you know.... you wear spandex..."

 

Backstage, electronic crews cut away the feed from Riley and lets it focus in on Funyon, who stands in the center of the ring. Referee Eddy Long waits by his side, being handed the job of officiating the final match. The arena falls into darkness and "Let's get dirty" begins to play over the speaker systems as white lights dance to the beat. Wildchild emerges from the back and races down the ramp, paraded with cheers as he rolls into the ring.

 

"I CAN'T GET IN DA CLUB!!!"

 

And the lights return to normal.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled to be a 4 Corners Elimination match. Only two men are allowed to be in the ring at any time but anyone is allowed to tag in and out. The winner shall then be declared the Number One Contender to the SWF World Title! If the Champion wins this match, he will be allowed to choose his opponent. Introducing first, standing in the ring, from the Bahamas, he weighs in at 214 pounds..... WILDCHILLLLDDD!!!!!!"

 

The crowds erupt. Wildchild removes his Hardcore title belt and lets it hang on the rope as he starts to warm up. Eddy Long takes the belt and gives it to a ringside crew member for safe keeping.

 

"The Bahama Bomber. What kinda name is that anyways? He isn't a fighter jet.... unless they call him that because he goes PHRROOONNNGG at dinnertime."

 

"Robert, are you aware that you are still talking?"

 

"Yes, are you aware that you're still wearing tights?"

 

Wildchild stands and doesn't wait long as his first opponent is signaled to enter the ring. The lights cut out again and strobe lights begin to pulsate to the beats played out by Saliva. "King of my World" is the song and the arena is suddenly transformed into a magnet of hate as wild boos and insults begin to rain down towards the ring. A pale blue light illuminates Michael Craven, who starts to make his way down the ramp with his back facing Wildchild. At midway, he abruptly spins around, igniting a massive explosion behind him!

 

BOOOOOM!!!!!

 

"And his opponent, from Tampa, Florida, he weighs in at 280 pounds.... the King of Nightmares.... MICHAEL!! CRAAVEEENNN!!!"

 

Funyon lets his voice hang for awhile as Craven casually enters the ring, choosing not to give Wildchild achknowledgement whatsoever. Craven soaks in the jeers, which are instantaneously amplified as "Numb" begins to play over the speakers. The lights dim and the melody reaches out to the audience.

 

"Here comes the most hated man in the SWF today," Riley points out, "which makes him that much cooler."

 

"It's a surprising change. Citizen Taylor was once the most beloved young star in the league, second only to Edwin MacPhisto. And now, in his return to the SWF, that's all changed."

 

"It made him that much more dangerous."

 

"I beg to differ."

 

Erek Taylor emerges from the back. He's getting accustomed to the boos. His once flashy smile is now replaced by an arrogant smirk, and although his looks haven't changed whatsoever, women now despise him for his personality.

 

"And their opponent, from Anaheim, California, he weighs in at 180 pounds.... the Wonder Kid... EREK!! TAYLOORRRR!!!" Funyon yells out. Erek jogs down the ramp and hops to the apron. One look at the two fighters and Erek chuckles.

 

"A hypocrite. Citizen Taylor has barely given an honest effort and he's mocking two fighters who do give it their all!"

 

"It's called strategy, Comet. Erek's not going to show everything he's got. That's like trying to hit on Britney Spears with a small penis!"

 

"Um... what?"

 

Erek enters the ring and immediately the referee is forced to restrain Wildchild from making any move. Craven turns his back on Taylor, mumbling to himself as Erek begins to hop on both feet, taking out the cobwebs. A chant quickly breaks through.

 

"EREK SUCKS! EREK SUCKS!" the fans yell out in unison. Erek jumps to the top rope and points to the audience, each and every person out there, and directs them to his crotch, as if to say "suck my dick." The fans give a loud response, delivering boos that would be able to force the Terminator out of the Governor's mansion.

 

"Magnificent, that's all I can say, Comet."

 

"Magnificent is something Citizen Taylor is not. The only man I would cheer for in there is the bomber from Bahama."

 

The lights go down once again and the Smarkstron glows white.

 

"God damn, it seems like every wrestler out there has to have an entrance with the lights going out. It's so fucking annoying," Riley says.

 

"I'll admit it has worn out."

 

The rhythm of the Philosopher King's "I am the Man" begins to pulse through the speakers. On the Smarkstron, words begin to emerge, all of them describing the World Champion himself with signature moves alternating in between.

 

Superior One. The Superior Stretch.

 

Award winning. The Boilermaker.

 

The Man. The Ego Trip.

 

An explosion rocks the stage and Tom Flesher steps out, the World Title slung over his shoulder. Flesher absorbs the cheers and he starts to dash down the ramp.

 

"And their opponent, from Buffalo, New York, he weighs in at 213 pounds, he is the SWF World Champion.... TOM!! FLESHER!!!!"

 

Funyon scrambles out of the ring as Flesher races inside and right away, all the combatants start to fight. Erek lunges towards the Champion and decks him with a fierce right as Craven pummels Wildchild into the corner with a kick to the midsection. Craven lets loose a fury of right hands as the Champion blocks a punch from the Wonder Kid and turns it into a hip toss. Referee Eddy Long looks to restrain order, shoving Craven to the outside and ordering Wildchild to the apron while Flesher grabs a hold of Erek's wrist and traps the Wonder Kid with a wristlock.

 

Ding ding ding!!!

 

"Eddy Long restraining order and we now have the Champion and Erek Taylor in the ring battling it out for control," Riley says, "Tom Flesher gets one more round on the wristlock and now Erek is grimacing."

 

"Citizen Tom has got this match won if he can utilize his usual strategies on his opponents."

 

Flesher sends Erek to the ropes with an irish whip and Erek rebounds, right away countering with a clothesline. Erek bounces off the perpendicular ropes and Flesher rolls on to his stomach, forcing Erek to jump over and head to the opposite side. Erek rebounds and tries to get something off the rope but Tom takes advantage first, bringing Erek down with a scissor sweep. He crawls over to Erek's head and immediately traps the high flyer with a front facelock. Flesher rises to his feet, bringing Erek along with him, but he quickly loses grip of his hold as Erek starts to battle out of it, shooting fierce rights into Flesher's torso. Erek rips away, and he's pissed. Erek glares forward and right away, slaps Flesher in the face. The crowds boo and Erek starts to circle Flesher, who is trying to figure out what kind of move Erek Taylor is pulling. Flesher tries a palm strike, but Erek blocks it and retaliates with another bitch slap! Quickly following the slap, Erek brings his palm high up and delivers a hard one across Flesher's face, knocking the Champion to the floor as Erek starts to mouth out insults to everyone in the ring.

 

"Pardon my language but what a fucking bitch," Comet says. "Flesher is sore after going through all those brutal matches and Erek Taylor is just trying to humiliate him."

 

"I don't understand you, Comet. Erek is merely giving the fans something good to watch instead of having to watch Tom Flesher do another boring caveman impersonation. Oh, look at me, I'm a caveman and I'm going to tackle you! Oh puh-leeeze."

 

Erek grabs Flesher by the hair and brings the Champion up before decking him with an overhand punch. Grabbing him by the wrist tightly, Erek sends Tom hurling to the ropes. Flesher rebounds, and Erek takes him down with a spinning wheel kick, one of the cornerstones of Erek's arsenal of high risk manuevers. Erek kicks Flesher down on the ground, delivering another cheap shot before dropping to the ground and going for the cover.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT! Flesher pops his shoulder forward and saves himself from elimination. Flesher struggles to his knees as Erek moves in for the attack. Without thinking, Flesher lunges forward and circles his hands around Erek's waist, trying to bring the Wonder Kid down. Erek's not giving in, his facial expressions showing that he's not going to take crap tonight. Erek raises both his fists up and drills them into Flesher's back, flooring the Champion. Flesher doesn't stay down long as Erek mops him up and grabs hold of Flesher's hair before throwing the Champion into the corner, face first! Flesher's head rebounds out and Erek catches it before making like Randy Johnson and sending the Champion's head back into the corner. Flesher's dazed early, and Erek never stops his assault, delivering boot after boot after boot into the Champion's gut. Flesher gets knocked on to his behind and Erek drags Flesher over to Michael Craven's corner. He tags in the King of Nightmares and the two seemingly enjoy an alliance. Erek holds Flesher by the arms as Craven gets a free shot, cashing in with a knee to Flesher's gut.

 

"Erek Taylor and Michael Craven teaming up, which is not to my surprise. Both evildoers were once bright young stars when Michael Craven was known as Ash Ketchum and the two were under LDP's guidance of the defunct X Force 9. They were a great young team, and although it's a good thing that their friendship hasn't waivered, it will be interesting to see how Tom Flesher and Wildchild reacts. This isn't a tag match at all."

 

Craven drapes Flesher's arm over his shoulder before hoisting the Champion in the air and flooring him with a backdrop. Craven moves over Flesher and covers him for the count.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TW-

 

 

 

-and a kickout! Flesher is as resilient as ever and he shows it by rolling Craven up into a cradle!

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

 

T- and Craven bursts free. The King of Nightmares is surprised by the irrational move pulled out by the Champion but his focus returns and he engages in a grapple with Flesher. Fighting for position, both men jockey each other around until finally, Flesher uses his superior wits to trip Craven down, allowing Flesher to apply the front facelock. He starts to choke Craven with all his might, occassionally bringing knees up into Craven's face to amplify the damage. Craven tries to fight back, but without the explosiveness that Erek Taylor possesses, Craven is forced to fight an uphill battle. He tries to push Flesher to the edge of the ring, but the Champion drops to his knees, bringing Craven down with him to continue the hold. Craven once again pushes forward, until he manages to force Flesher near Wildchild, who is so pumped up, tags himself in and Tom Flesher out, without thinking. Wildchild leaps up on to the top ropes, and with Flesher applying the front facelock on Craven, Wildchild leaps over, landing behind Craven and pulling Craven down easily into a sunset flip, giving the assist to the Champion's front facelock!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

THR- and Craven kicks out!! The crowds give a long round of applause for Wildchild's athleticism.

 

"Great leaping ability by the Bahama Bomber!" Comet cries out. "That is exactly what's so great about this federation. Wrestlers like that man right there."

 

"Look across the ring and you'll see one of the originals."

 

"I haven't seen Citizen Erek perform a high risk move since last year."

 

Craven rises to his feet and as Wildchild draws near, the King of Nightmares connects with a body punch. But Wildchild doesn't flinch, seeing as his chest protector absorbed most of the damage. Craven is left confused for awhile but he is snapped out of his dream when Wildchild nails Craven with a shuffling sidekick! Craven staggers back to the ropes but Wildchild is right there, grabbing hold of Craven's wrist and hurling him across the ring. The stronger wrestler counters with ease and Wildchild rebounds, right away taking Craven off his feet with a leg lariat! Wildchild pushes Craven on to his back and goes for the cover....

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

KICKOUT!! Craven pops out once again, showing his superior strength. Wildchild brings Craven up, but right away, Craven retaliates by pushing Wildchild hard into the corner, right where Erek Taylor stands. As sly as he can be, Erek drills a knee into the backside of Wildchild, sending him back towards the center of the ring, allowing Craven to capitalize by mounting down and allowing Wildchild to drop over his shoulder before he hoists the Bahama Bomber in the air and plants him into the canvas with the samoan drop. Craven tries to catch a breather, and he walks over to Tom Flesher, slapping the Champion hard in the face, an acceptable substitute for a tag. The fans boo and Craven exits the ring, allowing the two fan favorites to duel each other inside.

 

"Great move by Michael Craven. He knows that if he doesn't win, it's better to have his friend Erek Taylor win than two of those other amateur wrestlers."

 

"On the contrary, Citizen Robert. Wildchild is a high risk performer and does not like to slow the pace of the match down."

 

"Yeah, whatever."

 

Tom Flesher lends a hand to Wildchild, who takes it confusingly. The two stand up and they agree on a fair match. Champion versus Champion, and the two begin to circle the ring. Wildchild makes the first move, lunging forward and trying for a right hand, but Flesher reads the attack perfectly, grabbing hold of Wildchild's right hand and moving under it, turning it into a wristlock. Tom begins to whip the arm up and down, furthering damage on the Bahama Bomber before he pulls Wildchild in, lifts him up from the waist and drives him into the canvas with a backdrop. Flesher grabs hold of Wildchild's legs, exposing the thigh area as he drops an elbow into the young flyer. Flesher gets back up and repeats the attack before hooking the leg for the cover.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

Wildchild kicks out before the three count. Flesher brings the young star up, and gets his attempt at a front facelock blocked. Wildchild lashes out, delivering a backhand across Flesher's chest.

 

SMACK!! WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!

 

Another chop.

 

SMACK!! WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!

 

Wildchild grabs hold of Flesher's wrist and hurls the Champion across the ring but Flesher uses his strength to counter with a whip of his own. Wildchild rebounds and Flesher gets set up for a ground attack, only to find himself out of position as Wildchild leaps into the air, taking Tom Flesher down with the cross body block! Wildchild rolls off Flesher, who is panting after being hit hard with the chest protector. Flesher gets on all fours and Wildchild moves in for the kill, immediately dropping a kick on to Flesher's back. Wildchild connects with another stomp before picking the Champion up and grabbing him by the arm. He tries for a whip but Flesher twists the arm out of position while going through, allowing him to pull Wildchild into a kick to the gut. Flesher pulls Wildchild in and circles his wrists around Wildchild's waist before hoisting the Tropical Tumbler in the air and driving him into the canvas with a perfect German! Tom Flesher struggles to his feet, and uses the ropes to his advantage. But Erek Taylor walks over and pats Flesher on the back, tagging himself in. He leaps into the ring, and moves towards Wildchild as Tom Flesher begins to head out. Then, Erek turns and blindsides Flesher with a shot to the head! Flesher gets knocked into the turnbuckle and Erek starts to pound away with a fury of overhand punches until finally the referee separates the two, forcing Flesher out of the ring and Erek back to the match. Erek backs away, his eyes glaring at Tom Flesher, not noticing that Wildchild has snuck up behind him. He rolls the veteran high flyer into a cradle, trying to pull off the surprise count.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

KICKOUT!! Erek, fresh from his long rest, bursts back up, and takes Wildchild down with a tackle to the legs. Erek starts to focus in his attacks, turning to Craven and pointing to Wildchild's legs. The fans boo at the alliance, but Erek soaks in the animosity and drops an elbow into Wildchild's thigh.

 

"Pardon me for saying but I think this has turned into a tag match, Robert," Comet says. "How unfair that Erek Taylor and Michael Craven are teaming up!"

 

"Nobody said Tom and Freakshow couldn't."

 

"It was implied that this match is every man for himself."

 

"Yeah well, I think Erek doesn't want a shot at the title. That's what he says so I'm thinking he'll just help Craven obtain it."

 

"We are really doing a bad job on commentary for this match."

 

"I lost interest early."

 

Erek continues his assault, dropping another elbow into Wildchild's thigh before twisting the Bomber over and trapping him in with the Single Crab. Erek extends his hand towards Craven, who tags himself in. Wildchild is helpless and Craven cashes in a free shot at Wildchild, stomping away as Erek continues to hold on with the Single Crab. Eddy Long forces Erek out, but the damage has been done and Craven tries to put Wildchild away for good with a pin.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

THRE- KICKOUT!!! The Bahama Bomber ignites deafening cheers as he continues to be resilient. Craven continues where his infamous ally left off, working on Wildchild's legs. Craven starts to stomp away before grabbing Wildchild by the leg and going down to trap him in a drop toe hold! Wildchild starts to grimace, tightening his fist to relieve the pain as Craven continues to increase pressure. Wildchild reaches for the ropes, but as soon as his hand circles around it, Erek Taylor comes in and kicks Wildchild's hand away, igniting another wave of cheers as Craven pulls Wildchild further into the ring before locking in the drop toe hold once more. The referee finally bails Wildchild out with the count but Craven drops down and takes Wildchild down with the drop toe hold once again! This time, Wildchild is ready, immediately rolling as far back as he can to get a clear shot at Craven's head. He lands a punch to loosen the grip, allowing him to tear his leg away. Wildchild delivers another shot, sending Craven heading the other way as he limps to his feet. Craven turns, and he gets knocked into the corner with a sidekick. Wildchild stands there, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his second wind when Tom Flesher yells out for a tag. Wildchild limps towards the Champion, but before he can make the tag, Craven bursts out of the corner and tackles Wildchild to the ground!

 

"I'm beginning to think that Citizen Tom is trying to form a temporary alliance with the Bahama Bomber to counter the two fiends on the opposite side," Comet says, "but Wildchild is taken down before any alliance can be formed."

 

"Interesting insight since it was obvious to everyone," Riley says, "and now Craven is starting to wear Wildchild away with the drop toe hold again. Wildchild is in pain. I can see tears running down his face as he tries to reach for the ropes but Craven is already ready to tag in his partner in crime, Erek Taylor."

 

Craven tags Erek in, and Erek drops an elbow on to the backside of Wildchild's head as Craven continues the drop toe hold.

 

"Craven retracting his leg after that unusual tag," Riley comments, "but it works. Erek is in the ring and now Craven is heading out, leaving Wildchild in the mercy of the High Flying Prince himself, although he prefers to be known as the Wonder Kid. Erek grabs hold of Wildchild's wrist and sends him to the ropes. Wildchild rebounds and he goes down hard from the high forearm. Erek heads to the ropes, taking off with such speed and coming in to deliver a standing swanton to the circus act."

 

Erek goes for the cover.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

K- OH! Wildchild reaches up in the air and grabs Erek by the hair before rolling the High Flying Prince into a cradle for the counter!!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

KICKOUT!!! The fans applaud Wildchild's resilience as Erek rises to his feet and Wildchild struggles to his knees. Erek moves in and decks the circus act with a hard right, but Wildchild stands his ground, rising to his full height before blocking Erek's second punch. Wildchild counters with a hard right before grabbing hold of Erek's wrist and hurling him to the ropes. Wildchild races forward, expecting Erek to rebound but the High Flying Prince drops to the ground and slides out of the ring, using the momentum Wildchild gave him to perfect use. Erek slides back in, and faces a younger version of himself. Wildchild shoots a fist forward, but Erek catches it in the air and pulls Wildchild in to deliver a kick to the chin. Wildchild staggers back, but Erek is right there to deliver a heel kick that sends Wildchild to the ropes. Wildchild rebounds and jumps on to the top rope. He uses it as a springboard, slingshotting himself back towards Erek with his head retracted.

 

"Pinball!" Comet cries out. "There is no way Erek's going to dodge this!"

 

"Wildchild flies in, and Erek ducks out of the way!" Riley yells at equal volume. "Wildchild lands hard on the canvas and Erek Taylor gets out of that predicament alive. He moves towards Wildchild and grabs Wildchild's legs, crossing it into the formation of a "X" before spinning and trapping him with the Sharpshooter!!! Erek slings his free arm around Wildchild's neck, and completes the Execution hold with the addition of the Sleeper!!"

 

Wildchild gasps for air but his legs are tied and his hands cannot reach the ropes! All the attacks on his legs by Flesher, Craven, and Taylor are coming into play and Wildchild starts to cramp up. His face begins to redden as he tries to reach for the ropes but Erek pulls Wildchild's head in even further, the hands without guidance. Wildchild's lungs are gasping for air until finally, he cannot take anymore punishment, feeling his right hand betray him as he waves for submission.

 

"Wildchild has been eliminated first," Riley points out. "And let me add that it was Tom Flesher's idea to work on his legs."

 

"It certainly is. Now the Champion has the odds stacked up against him but I believe he will prevail. Citizen Wildchild rolls out of the ring and I give him achknowledgement for a good match fought. He now has to leave the ring and watch the match from the sidelines as Eddy Long inside instructs Tom Flesher to enter the ring."

 

Tom Flesher enters the ring and makes his way into the ring to a loud ovation of cheers. He stares at his competition, and how coincidental that they are two close friends from way back when the two were different men. Taylor shouts out an insult, provoking the Champion but Flesher keeps his cool, making his way forward and eluding a Taylor punch to tackle the loudmouth down. Tom begins to wrestle Erek to the ground, attempting to implement the same strategy he used against Wildchild and all common high flyers. Flesher exposes Erek's right leg and drops an elbow down, but Erek prevents him from rising back up easily, hitting him with two quick punches before Tom goes up and drops another elbow down into Erek's thigh. Erek hits the Champion with two more jabs and holds on to Flesher's hair. Tom tries to get up, but Erek has a deadlock on his hair and any attempt to pull away will make Tom the next spokesman for the Toupe industry. Tom drives his head into Erek's thigh, forcing the High Flying Prince to relinquish his hold.

 

"Tom Flesher doing what he does best," says Riley, "and that's to bore the shiznit out of me. Continuing his tradition of amateur wrestling holds, he's trying to take Erek down through the legs, which worked on Wildchild. Tom brings Erek back up, and grabbing hold of Erek's leg, he forces Erek to hop on his left leg. Erek maintains his balance well but Tom spins under, taking Erek down with a dragon screw. Flesher moves in quickly and grabs on to the right leg again, but Erek is already fighting back, giving not one, not two, but three kicks to the face of Tom Flesher! Flesher gets knocked back and Erek crawls to his corner, where he tags in Michael Craven!"

 

"I believe the evildoers are trying to confuse Tom Flesher by throwing different styles at him. Tom likes to focus on one strategy but since he's fighting Craven, a technician, and Erek, a daredevil, he's going to have to pull a rabbit out of his hat to really focus."

 

Craven moves forward at the still standing Tom Flesher, although a bit dazed. The King of Nightmares takes him down with a clothesline before dropping down and hooking his arm around Flesher's neck, taking out the World Champion's air intake. Flesher retracts his knees and places them under his body, allowing him little but enough space to move to the side. Flesher starts to battle out of the sleeper, driving an elbow into Craven's midsection. He connects with another elbow, separating himself from Craven. Flesher looks to Craven's head, delivering a shotei that staggers Craven back. The Champion moves in, delivering another shotei before cornering him at the turnbuckle and thrusting his shoulder into Craven's midsection.

 

"The Champion begins to fight back, taking out Citizen Craven with repetitive shoulder thrusts while Erek Taylor slowly rises to his feet," Comet announces. "Referee Eddy Long is too busy focused in on the action and Erek starts to walk towards Flesher. He blindsides the Champion with a forearm to the back, which saves Craven for the moment. Eddy Long forces Erek out of the ring and Flesher waits for no time to pass and drives in to deliver a punishing Yakuza kick. Craven falls on to his behind, and Tom starts to connect with a flurry of stomps!"

 

"That has got to be illegal! You can't kick your opponent in the head!" Riley shouts out.

 

"It is perfectly legal, Robert, when your two guys did that to Tom and Wildchild earlier."

 

"That was different."

 

"How so?"

 

"MY guys are getting kicked!"

 

Eddy Long separates Flesher, who has succeeded into dazing Michael Craven completely. The King of Nightmares can barely pull himself up, his head bruised on the right side and we can only guess what injuries he has sustained. He walks forward, coordination out of position, and lunges for Flesher. Only Flesher is two inches to the side and Craven stumbles by, allowing Tom to trip him down to the ground. Tom mounts himself on Craven's upper body, pulling Craven's head and neck backwards with the camel clutch. Craven cries out in excruciating pain.

 

"The dick Tom Flesher is taking it to Michael Craven with the submission move, focusing on Craven's injured head. He starts to moan but he won't give up, a sign that proves once and for all that Michael Craven is the real deal," Riley says. "Tom continues the clutch, but Craven will not submit. He's shaking his head to Eddy Long and he knows he wants this bad. The seasoned veteran continues to fight but he cannot get out of the Champion's grip. Finally, Eddy Long counts the submission down and Flesher is forced to let go!"

 

"I must give Citizen Craven kudos for withstanding the assault of the Champion."

 

Tom Flesher stands up, letting a limp Craven drop to the canvas. He turns to Erek, who is glaring at the Champion.

 

"The Prince and the Superior One lock eyes while Craven desperately tries to get himself up on all fours," Riley comments, "Craven crawls to the side of the ropes and uses them to pull himself up as Tom Flesher looks to Erek and scrapes some dust off his boot! The deliberate taunt to Erek Taylor!! The crowds explode in cheers for the dick and Erek Taylor is pissed off. He leaps into the ring and Eddy Long races there to try to force Erek out, but the High Flying Prince is too angry. He shoves Eddy Long down hard and lunges towards Tom Flesher, who reads the attack and drives an elbow into Erek's midsection."

 

"Erek stumbles back, but he doesn't stand still, moving back forward and engaging with Tom Flesher in a fist versus palm fight," Riley continues, "Tom begins to gain the advantage, blocking Erek's punches and countering with a series of spinning elbows. Eddy Long is staggering back up and Craven is too. Erek gets knocked in the face with another elbow, and this one spills blood. Erek holds his nose and sees his own red blood. He looks up and sees Tom Flesher racing towards him!! Yakuza Kick!!! OOH!! Erek reaches out and pulls Craven in his way and Michael Craven goes down hard from a ferocious Yakuza kick that echoes across the stage!!!"

 

Erek Taylor looks down and sees his "friend" knocked out, blind to Tom Flesher, who takes advantage by grabbing hold of Erek's hair and tights before throwing him through the ropes and out of the ring! Flesher goes down and covers Michael Craven. Eddy Long recooperates and counts!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

"Michael Craven has been eliminated!! That shows what kind of man Erek Taylor really is. He pulled his friend in to take the hit," Comet says.

 

"Every man for himself, just like you said, Comet. So that doesn't make Erek a bad guy, it makes him a smart guy!"

 

Erek rolls back into the ring and Flesher goes to work, snapping on the front facelock before Erek can get up on his feet. The Champion starts to put more pressure on Erek's head, driving a knee to greet him in the chin before he himself drops down to his knees, putting even more pressure on Erek Taylor.

 

"Erek Taylor now alone against Tom Flesher," Riley says, "What crappy odds for the Champion."

 

"I believe you have it switched."

 

"No, I know what I said. Erek starts to get out of the front facelock, but Tom has it locked in tight. He tries to lift Erek up, but Erek wisely sticks a leg through Tom's legs, preventing Tom from trying his Cement Drops. Tom looks to his other moves in his repetoire, releasing Erek from the front facelock and pulling him in by the waist before hoisting him in the air and driving him into the canvas with the railgun suplex. Tom crawls over and hooks the leg for the cover.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

Kickout. Erek rolls on to his stomach and gets picked up by Tom Flesher. He instantly shoots a fist into Tom's midsection, stopping the Champion in his tracks. Erek pushes Tom back, giving him space as he rises to his feet. The two remaining combatants advance towards each other, but Erek makes the first move. He tries a punch to the right but Tom blocks it, leading to where Erek uses his left hand to try another punch. Tom blocks that one with his right forearm, but he leaves his left side exposed and Erek swings his right hand across for the clothesline, and Tom ducks it! Erek loses his balance, and Tom pulls Erek in, draping the flyer's arm over his shoulder before hoisting him in the air and planting him into the ground with a backdrop!

 

"Wow! Citizen Tom read that perfectly. It looked like a sequence out of a kung fu movie!"

 

"Don't get excited Comet," Riley replies, "it's not going to last long. Both fighters are a little slow after fatigue hits, but they're both up at the same time. Erek, headstrong in a good way, moves in and tries for a right hand. Blocked. Left hand. Blocked. Erek fakes the clothesline and kicks Tom back. Tom catches his balance but Erek is already running. Tom shoots a boot forward, but Erek leaps up with amazing jumping ability, using Tom's leg as a second floor to spin 180 degrees and deliver a heel kick that sends the Champion reeling to the ropes! The momentum is changing!!"

 

Erek runs forward and smothers Tom with a barrel of right hands. He grabs hold of Tom's wrist and hurls him across the ring. Tom rebounds, but he expects a ground attack. Erek leaps in the air, jumping on to Tom's upper body and flooring him with the 180 pounds. Erek circles his left hand around Tom's neck, choking the Champion while letting his right hand go free, punching away on Tom Flesher!

 

"Flying Morale!" Both announcers cry.

 

"Erek is punching away like a madman," says Riley, "and Tom Flesher is trying to fight out of it. But Erek is just too quick and he gets saved by the referee's count. Erek backs away for a brief moment before moving in and delivering a hard chop that echoes across the arena. Erek delivers another chop, dazing Tom enough to meet his expectations before taking off again."

 

Erek rebounds off the ropes, racing in and no doubt attempting to put this match away. But Tom, with his last state of mind, stops Erek in his tracks with a kick to the gut! Tom steps forward, circling both hands around Erek's waist before lifting him up, turning him in midair before dropping him into the canvas with the Backdrop Driver!!! The impact sends Erek flopping in the air before gravity finally takes over and pulls him back down!! The crowds are deafening as they watch their Champion take apart the most hated man in the federation. Tom crawls over for the pin and the crowds chant along.

 

 

"ONE!!!!"

 

 

 

 

"TWO!!!!"

 

 

 

 

 

"THREE!"

 

 

 

 

"NOO!!!"

 

 

KICKOUT!!

 

"OH MY F*CKING GOD!!! HE KICKED OUT!!!" Riley exclaims. "Tom Flesher cannot believe it!!!"

 

Tom pulls Erek back up and throws him into the corner. A quick shotei to daze him and Tom picks Erek up and places him on to the top rope.

 

"This is it! Boilermaker! Citizen Tom is going to put the evildoer away."

 

Tom climbs up to the second rope, and delivers another shotei, making sure he can hit his finisher perfectly. Eddy Long stands near the center of the ring, his sight not able to see Erek. Erek is in dreamland, dancing with fairies until the blinding lights of the arena puts him back in reality. He sees Tom Flesher climbing up to the top rope and without even hesitating, Erek shoots his fist forward! LOW BLOW!!! Tom stands there, his hands tending to his crotch as the referee tries to see what happened. But Tom's back blocked the incident and Erek is allowed to walk free. He gets up slowly, grabbing Tom by the head. Without hesitating, Erek leaps forward, pulling Tom with him in the air. His hands around the Champion's head pulls him in, and Erek falls down to the ring, taking Tom out with a Fame and Fury from the top rope!!! The fans are dead silent as Erek drops right on top of Tom!!!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

Ding ding ding!!!

 

Funyon announces the winner to a loud ovation of boos as Erek and Tom lie motionless in the ring.

 

"It took a cheap shot to win this for Citizen Erek."

 

"What I want to know is how Strangler is going to react to this. At least he finally grew some balls."

 

"From everyone at the SWF, I am Cyclone Comet and I bid you a goodnight!"

[Kaertos 0]

Just wanted to let everyone know that due to the lateness of the show (and the fact that I don't know who won the one match) I will be posting the card tomorrow, either very early in the morning or around 5:00 PM Eastern. This means I am still taking match requests, so send them in! A2A is upon us and if you want a match to set up your PPV match, now would be a good time.

 

Smarkdown will still be due on Monday the 10th, but I will make it a late due time and keep the word limits reasonable.

 

- GSMS